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sad death poem

le jour est fait
je dois dire bonne nuit
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
tandis que je tenais l'écoute, discrètement sourde-muette
ville qui n'est pas une ville
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville

 



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