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elle était une beauté en jours
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
allé avant nous
a arqué l'inondation
laissez une subsistance de joie vous
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
je suis fevered
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
est souvent il pas aussi?
certains des maux que vous avez traités

 



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