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grandmother poem

je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
à travers He va
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
l'obscurité roule vers le haut
splendide et terrible votre amour
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
travails de la terre

 



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