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best friend poem

j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie
l'aube était vert pomme
je ne prie pas pour la paix
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
écoutez
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
mélancolie, bleu il était
s'est levé et l'ambre était le coucher du soleil sur le fleuve

 



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