yours, quick fruit pectin, brought to me for attention, my god it's been a long while, my god has it really been that long, talking smaller and smaller in the city of garbage, liquor dripping from the maple leaves bitter syrup to me comes, my god are you really mine, is this dancing out of the grave for the taste of his lips, ten divided by three
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au-dessus de la mer et au ciel
et les champs et les fermes
pourriez vous le sentir se reposer par votre
porte de cave?
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