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grandmother poem

c'est le bateau de la perle
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
ŕ certains les gros dieux
je réside ŕ la montagne de table
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés ŕ la fin de lui
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies

 



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