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romantic poem

chère épouse
je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
dernier minuit
les poèts le disent
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
par le rivage, par la mer
je me suis tenu
ce qui je vous doivent
éliminer, luttant vainly
l'aube était vert pomme
beau
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré

 



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