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fall poem

vous avez marche vue par le village
nous nous étendons
le corps peut confiner
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
la noblesse de la mort encore
le parfum est venu
dans toutes les choses non parlées de
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
composé seul du loveliness
là par la fenêtre dans la vieille maison
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
le régal royal a été fait

 



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