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jamais dans toute ma vie
à l'aube, il a dit
tristement parlant
y a il quiconque là
ne tournez pas votre tête
à ce qui une femme la comparera aimée
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
dans des nombres mournful
ce qui nous fera maintenant
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre

 



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