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sad love poem

la nuit était noire et triste
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance
babylon -- où je vais rêver
splendor doux
chère épouse
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
contre la flamme verte de l'aubépine-arbre
enveloppez la terre par temps nuageux
dites-moi pas
le soleil est vers le haut

 



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