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ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
gloom
frère, je suis le feu
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
indéfiniment
ceux-ci soient
je vous chante
le ciel
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
le long d'une rive
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids

 



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