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sad death poem

quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
vous avez marche vue par le village
en matins nuage-gris
hors de la mer de scintillement
j'ai vu que vous hunched et tremblant sur les pierres
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
de nos endroits cachés
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
c'était l'automne de l'année

 



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