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pumpkin poem

je me tiens par temps gris froid
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
jusqu'à sa fenêtre de chambre
tressé et tissé
apportez-moi la chanson douce

 



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