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halloween poem for kid

j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fičres
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
sous la barre du guerrier
je ne brűle aucun encens
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
un oiseau a chanté
hors de la fenętre une mer des arbres verts
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage

 



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