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father poem

mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
quand absence de sa taille de montagne
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
clair de lune profond et tendre
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
il y a bien longtemps, dans le jeune clair de lune
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fičres
qui est le coureur dans les cieux

 



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