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plantons
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon
tristement parlant
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
je réside à la montagne de table
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
et avec l'oiseau de ronflement
ceux sur le supérieur indiquent qu'elles vous connaissent, la terre -- elles sont des menteurs
vous avez marche vue par le village

 



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