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death poetry

je suis une femme
le maître des destins humains suis moi
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
regardez avec les yeux longing et savez que je suivrai
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
avant le saint en bronze solennel
nos moments plaisants volent
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
c'est le bateau de la perle
un stylo d'acier
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares

 



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