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happy birthday poem

je remplis cette tasse
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
le corps peut confiner
il n'y a aucune évasion par le fleuve
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
en tant qu'elle
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
un oiseau a chanté
quelques jours plus venteux
basculé dans le berceau du profond
lŕ oů je trouvez-vous

 



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