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sad death poem

nos moments plaisants volent
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
puisque, si vous vous teniez prêt mon côté aujourd'hui
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
nous qui se sont tenus
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus

 



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