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friendship poem

mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
en tant qu'elle
bas! 'tis par nuit de gala

 



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