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grandmother poem

il y a bien longtemps, dans le jeune clair de lune
il était un jeune oysterman grand
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
un mille derrière
je suis allé à travers les rues
stand ici par mon côté
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
les jours hypocrites
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
à ce qui une femme la comparera aimée

 



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