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autumn poem

mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
une brume entraînait une réduction
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
exprimons nos passions plus basses
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
treize ans toujours
beaux, tragical visages
j'ai vu la première poire
c'est la chanson de la jeunesse
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
qui appellera le vent

 



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