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baby poem

ŕ l'aube, il a dit
dans votre vol
apportez-moi la chanson douce
je vous attends
le ciel
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
je suis vieux et aveugle
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
doucement pleurant
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
enveloppez la terre par temps nuageux

 



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