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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2012-06-05 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | The bird rotates its wings blue sky. When he broke off, frightened, it is shelter is between the branches of a tree. When the tree loses its leaves, discovered, small bird becomes prey. Birds hungry, greedy, lying in wait, come with outstretched wings, silent ... When the bird from the tree will collapse, or will not be prey.
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