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father poem

aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
le maître des destins humains suis moi
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour
peu de porte a été atteinte enfin
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
le pré rampait
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
le soleil et vent et battement de mer

 



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