I’ve wished a lot of things, lately.
The day when all the born-dead ideas
will dance the sarabande,
I’ll hang over thevoid pit abyss
of my absence of genius.
Whatever it may mean.
The day when all the born-dead ideas
will dance the sarabande,
I’ll hang over the
of my absence of genius.
Whatever it may mean.
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il n'y a pas de commentaire et c'est dommage.
Commente donc !...
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