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autumn poem

homme froid sévère
un oiseau a chanté
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
je remplis cette tasse
mélancolie, bleu il était
cette année
vous faites entendre
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
il était un jeune oysterman grand
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux

 



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