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footprint poem

étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
l'obscurité
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
quelques jours plus venteux
passé persistant de thou
splendide et terrible votre amour
mélancolie, bleu il était

 



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