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sad love poem

parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
roses et or
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
je me tiens par temps gris froid
vous entendez la pluie?
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
en septembre

 



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