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Lutin Super Phacops - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^]
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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And life goes on - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^]
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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Blankass : La Croisée. Es-tu déjà passé par. La croisée des hasards. Pour oublier le mot prévoir. Faire déraper l'histoire. Ca fait peur aux plus vaillants. Lorsqu'on entend au dedans. Que le bruit du hasard. Se plaire à déchirer les plans. Prendre au premier tournant. Se laisser porter par le vent. Ca fait trembler les héros. Voir se casser les couteaux. Sur le fruit du hasard. Les fruits des grands soirs. A la croisée des grands soir. Moi j'irais bien m'y frotter. J'irais bien oublier. C'était il y a p...
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Blankass : La Croisée. Es-tu déjà passé par. La croisée des hasards. Pour oublier le mot prévoir. Faire déraper l'histoire. Ca fait peur aux plus vaillants. Lorsqu'on entend au dedans. Que le bruit du hasard. Se plaire à déchirer les plans. Prendre au premier tournant. Se laisser porter par le vent. Ca fait trembler les héros. Voir se casser les couteaux. Sur le fruit du hasard. Les fruits des grands soirs. A la croisée des grands soir. Moi j'irais bien m'y frotter. J'irais bien oublier. Moi sur un skate.
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Ainsi va la vie... - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^]
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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HK2 - loindesyeuxloinducoeur
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Blankass : La Croisée. Es-tu déjà passé par. La croisée des hasards. Pour oublier le mot prévoir. Faire déraper l'histoire. Ca fait peur aux plus vaillants. Lorsqu'on entend au dedans. Que le bruit du hasard. Se plaire à déchirer les plans. Prendre au premier tournant. Se laisser porter par le vent. Ca fait trembler les héros. Voir se casser les couteaux. Sur le fruit du hasard. Les fruits des grands soirs. A la croisée des grands soir. Moi j'irais bien m'y frotter. J'irais bien oublier. A tous les gens ...
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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