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christmas poetry

il est venu me prendre par la main
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
effrayé pas plus, je dis
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
ce que je souhaite remarquer
dans une vieille chambre s'est doucement allumé
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement

 



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