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free love poem

le parfum est venu
j'ai moulé le monde
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
prenez mes bracelets
un mille derrière
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
je me tiens par temps gris froid

 



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