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sad poem

roses et or
à l'aube, il a dit
il y a une heure du repos paisible
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
je ne prie pas pour la paix
remplacez la vision du plaisir
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
truely
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
il est venu me prendre par la main
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie


 



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