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funeral poem

ne soyez pas faux
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
doux et fort
bruits qui tâchent de déchirer
pour puis en dehors
élever, comme vent a soufflé
si perdu
dites-moi pas
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
la noblesse de la mort encore
stand ici par mon côté
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
dites-moi

 



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