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mother daughter poem

quelques jours plus venteux
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
Ă  l'aube, il a dit
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
dans la sphère
chantez-encore à la chanson vous chanté
il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
voyez, ils retournent
du plancher au plafond
lĂ  par la fenĂŞtre dans la vieille maison
améliorez que le granit

 



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