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On a plus que la direction,
A nous dire la vérité, Avant tous se retire dans la fausetté. D'avoir la direction, Est une merveille, Pour l'ennui à l'unisson. Qu'on se déplace, Aux Continents Allochtones, Déclarer l'existence du l'Autre, et a réussire l'impossible. Et que fait-on? -
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