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autumn poem

allé avant nous
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
fleurs des bébés
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
mélancolie, bleu il était
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
clair de lune profond et tendre
quand le vent fonctionne contre nous dans l'obscurité

 



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