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short love poem

un oiseau a chanté
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
peu de parc que je traverse
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
babylon -- où je vais rêver
nous qui se sont tenus

 



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