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death poem

il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
glooms des vivre-chênes
l'aube était vert pomme
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
effrayé pas plus, je dis


 



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