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effrayé pas plus, je dis
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
les petites prières blanches
les chansons antiques
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
faible-envolée est la chanson
l'obscurité
élever, comme vent a soufflé
dans des nombres mournful

 



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