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african american poetry

une fois ce gazon mou
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
frčre, je suis le feu
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
il y a une heure du repos paisible
je tiens votre coeur
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
ne vous affligez pas qu'elle plus de
un stylo d'acier
vous faites entendre
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes

 



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