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death poem

élever, comme vent a soufflé
j'ai jeté mon âme ŕ l'air comme un vol de faucon
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
dans ma main je me tiens
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
hors de moi indigne et inconnu
il y a trois ans d'aujourd'hui
tristement parlant
tous en baisse les années

 



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