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romantic poem

quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
je descends les chemins de jardin
chère épouse
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
pour pouvoir voir chaque côté de chaque question
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
indéfiniment
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
fait longtemps polir la lumière du soleil d'été

 



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