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death poem

donc je ne puis pas
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
à partir du sud à la coupure du jour
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
du soleil ni des étoiles
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
je la pense splendide juste
truely
mélancolie, bleu il était
et mon nom est véridique
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières

 



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