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teenage love poem

mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
vous vous rappelez
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
effrayé pas plus, je dis
un mille derrière
par le rivage, par la mer
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux

 



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