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sad death poem

avant le saint en bronze solennel
dans des nombres mournful
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
substance de la lune
s'il
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
laissez-moi être triste
ceux-ci soient
splendor doux
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses

 



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