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sad death poem

ce que je souhaite remarquer
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
de nos endroits cachés
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
quand vous venez ce soir
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumičre
je ne brűle aucun encens
descendu ŕ l'aube des collines windless
dans des nombres mournful
monde qui change sous ma main
il est venu me prendre par la main

 



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