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Text : We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean. Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring. You know I didn't want to have to haunt you, what a ghostly scene. You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace and when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave and if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. Look at how my tears ricochet. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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