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romantic poetry

en matins nuage-gris
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
vous avez marche vue par le village
basculé dans le berceau du profond
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
ville qui n'est pas une ville
souffleur de verre de temps
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
je sais ce que vous allez dire
il y a trois ans d'aujourd'hui


 



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