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poem for dad

j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
ombres à ailes balayant près
peu de parc que je traverse
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
doux comme lit dans la terre
beaux, tragical visages
gloom
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville

 



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