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grandma poem

regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
laissez une subsistance de joie vous
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
améliorez que le granit
allé avant nous
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
dites-moi
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
avec les yeux doux et bruns
dans pouvez
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness

 



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