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poem for pastors

mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
maintenant que je me suis refroidi Ă  vous
passé persistant de thou
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison
allé avant nous
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
beaux, tragical visages
plantons
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares

 



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