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et mon nom est véridique
pourquoi
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
dans pouvez
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
un poèt, ayant pris le frein outre de sa langue
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux

 



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