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life poem

les jours mélancoliques sont venus
hauts murs et énorme
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
souvent je pense à la belle ville
avec le coucher du soleil
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
par le rivage, par la mer
splendide et terrible votre amour
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé

 



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