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la nuit était noire et triste
éliminer, luttant vainly
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison
ont eu lui et I mais réuni
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
comme égaliser tombe
et pain de breaketh pas plus
je vous chante
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
un stylo d'acier
de nos endroits cachés

 



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