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christmas poem

ce qui je vous doivent
cette année
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
frère, je suis le feu
polit le dernier âge, le prochain avec espoir est vu
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre
avec le coucher du soleil
je suis fevered
exprimons nos passions plus basses
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux

 



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