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grandmother poem

sous la lune de moisson
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
elle connaît un dégagement bon marché
très bien, vous libéraux
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
levé des morts
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
roses et or

 



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