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friendship poem

j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
il y a une heure du repos paisible
j'ai eu un rêve et je me suis réveillé avec lui
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
dans sa tente gardée
nos moments plaisants volent
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
et pain de breaketh pas plus
jamais dans toute ma vie
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
tressé et tissé
allé avant nous

 



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