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broken heart poem

il aurait même sa plaisanterie
dans une vieille chambre s'est doucement allumé
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
un poèt, ayant pris le frein outre de sa langue
le ciel
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
le maître des destins humains suis moi
les vieilles chansons

 



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