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sad death poem

je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
quand vous venez ce soir
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte

 



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