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Unnecessary


Supplementary:

Something extra, excess, not needed

Et c’est le même en Français aussi

Like desert

Or when you’re doing something worthwhile

But no one is there to see it

No one will ever know

And water’s rushing and flowing and swirling

Going nowhere

And the trees, they whisper

Though no one can hear

Alors, quand mon prof me dit

<< Écrivez un phrase de vous-même. >>

J’ai dit << Je suis supplémentaire. >>

Et elle ne me dit rien

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