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death poem

je remplis cette tasse
nous avons aucune honte?
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
mélancolie, bleu il était
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
quand vous venez ce soir
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour

 



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