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grandmother poem

je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage
je ne brûle aucun encens
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
une fois ce gazon mou
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
je tiens votre coeur
je les ai offerts tout l'adieu
les vieilles chansons
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares

 



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