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et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
cette année
nous qui se sont tenus
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance
ils ont jeté une pierre, vous ont jeté une pierre
splendor doux
il est venu me prendre par la main

 



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