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sad death poem

laissez-moi être triste
ce qui je vous doivent
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie
le régal royal a été fait
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
indéfiniment

 



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