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sorry poem

il y a une heure du repos paisible
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
avec le coucher du soleil
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
le ciel
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
très bien, vous libéraux
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts

 



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