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funeral poem

si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
il parle pas bien
ville qui n'est pas une ville
leurs beaux cheveux
en tant qu'elle
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
avant le saint en bronze solennel
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient

 



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