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seule
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
nous avons aucune honte?
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
faites les garçons et les filles vont toujours
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
composé seul du loveliness
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée

 



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