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mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
je me tiens par temps gris froid
voyez l'expérimental
avec la joie et la merveille
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
gloom
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
le soleil est vers le haut
je remplis cette tasse
vous êtes mon compagnon
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs

 



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