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grandma poem

seule
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
ceux-ci soient
le long d'une rive
monde qui change sous ma main
splendor doux
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
vous a fait entendent parler jamais
beaux, tragical visages
je descends les chemins de jardin
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
vécu à côté de la rive
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts

 



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