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wedding poem

si j'étais très sûr
vieux vin à boire
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
à ce qui une femme la comparera aimée
ne tournez pas votre tête
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
filles de temps
le ciel
foncé-eyed

 



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