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grandmother poem

il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
foncé-eyed
doucement maintenant la lumière du jour
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
une histoire très remarquable ceci est

 



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