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christmas poetry

quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
les jours endeared à chaque MUSE
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
gloom
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
et ainsi elle va
laissez-moi être triste
une petite pêche dans le verger s'est développée

 



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