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ceux-ci soient
se reposer dans son culbuteur attendant votre thé
c'était l'automne de l'année
leurs beaux cheveux
le plus triste de l'année
la pluie plus de, et l'air brillant
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
au-dessus du fleuve ils montrent à moi
du soleil ni des étoiles
mais alas, rêves justes
un mille derrière

 



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