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sad death poem

quand absence de sa taille de montagne
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
comme un homme nu je vont
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
et comment avez osé vous rêve de la réunion
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
nous avons aucune honte?
homme froid sévère

 



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