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romantic love poem

la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
ce qui nous fera maintenant
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
les poèts le disent
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée

 



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