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vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
une brume entraînait une réduction
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
du soleil ni des étoiles
cette année
dans les halls du sommeil vous avez erré près
substance de la lune
simplicité
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon

 



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