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christmas poem

tous en dedans et tous sans moi
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
tous apaisent le long du potomac
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
fleurs des bébés
de nos endroits cachés
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
gloom

 



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