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happy birthday poem

il y a mille années silencieuses
ombres à ailes balayant près
effrayé pas plus, je dis
laissez-moi être triste
vous a fait entendent parler jamais
je ne brûle aucun encens
je la pense splendide juste
vous avez marche vue par le village
je réside à la montagne de table
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
ils ont jeté une pierre, vous ont jeté une pierre
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
regarder là-bas

 



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