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love friendship poem

souvent je pense à la belle ville
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
dans une vieille chambre s'est doucement allumé
du plancher au plafond
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
doux et fort
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles

 



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