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mother daughter poem

allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
désolé et seul
ne tournez pas votre tête
laissez-moi être triste
stand ici par mon côté
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
j'ai dit
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
les jours hypocrites

 



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