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daughter poem

souvent je pense à la belle ville
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
dans des nombres mournful
là où je trouvez-vous
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious

 



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