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un dieu
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
beau
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
calme en tant que que deuxième été
ce qui je vous doivent
et ainsi elle va
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
doucement pleurant
laissez une subsistance de joie vous
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort

 



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