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good bye poem

comme des aigles sur la haute haute
ville qui n'est pas une ville
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie
il n'y avait jamais un bruit prčs du bois mais d'un
il aurait męme sa plaisanterie
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
le soleil est vers le haut
je descends les chemins de jardin

 



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