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christmas poem

à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
homme froid sévère
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
quand vous venez ce soir
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre

 



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