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grandma poem

le maître des destins humains suis moi
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
de nos endroits cachés
allé avant nous
dans des nombres mournful
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
Ă  partir du sud Ă  la coupure du jour

 



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