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The
humus covers births. Everything smells nice and delicate. |
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Between
two beatings, the wings spread, the bird flies. |
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The
movements are simple, the calm is total, a few bubbles appear. |
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In
the rise where everything metamorphose, the skin gets colored. |
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Beyond
the masks, the eyes talk. |