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happy birthday poem

il est venu me prendre par la main
comme bougie blanche
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
il y a un pays complètement de vin
hors de la fenêtre une mer des arbres verts
les ombres des bateaux
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
comme égaliser tombe
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
beaux, tragical visages
si j'étais très sûr

 



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