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puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
orage
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
avec la joie et la merveille
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
ne tournez pas votre tête
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
et ainsi elle va
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
là où je trouvez-vous

 



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