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un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
ne soyez pas faux
elle connaît un dégagement bon marché
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans

 



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