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daughter poem

j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux
environ porté plainte au maître
la noblesse de la mort encore
pourrions nous mais savoir
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
j'ai gagné la course
les vieilles chansons
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
monde qui change sous ma main
à certains les gros dieux

 



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