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life poem

si j'étais très sûr
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
il est venu me prendre par la main
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
pensées par ma tête
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
avant le saint en bronze solennel
c'est le bateau de la perle
apportez-moi la chanson douce
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
splendor doux

 



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