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grandmother poem

un regard est mais un rayon
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
désolé et seul
là où je trouvez-vous
vieux vin à boire
doux et fort
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
qui appellera le vent
composé seul du loveliness
le soleil est vers le haut

 



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