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death poem

les jours mélancoliques sont venus
je me tiens par temps gris froid
désolé et seul
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
je vois tous les esprits humains
vous êtes mon compagnon
le plus triste de l'année

 



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