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father poem

avec les yeux doux et bruns
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte
filles de temps
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
maintenant que je me suis refroidi ŕ vous
de nos endroits cachés
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
je ne prie pas pour la paix
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious

 



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