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sad love poem

dans le port de New York
y a il quiconque lĂ 
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
le plus triste de l'année
foncé-eyed
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
les petites prières blanches
j'ai dit
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
pour puis en dehors
je sais ce que vous allez dire
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
de nos endroits cachés

 



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