I was going, smashed their fists into the pockets;
And my coat was becoming ideal;
I went under the sky, Muse! and I was your faithful;
Oh! I love those beautiful dreams!
My only trousers had a large gash. Thumb
dreaming in my ride ginned
Rime. My inn was greater on the bear.
- my stars in the sky were a sweet fru-fru
the listener sitting on the roadside
In the cool evenings of September when I felt
drops of dew on his forehead, like a wine of force;
Or reference in the midst of fantastic shadows,
lire As I pulled the elastic of my shoes
wounds, one foot close to the heart!
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