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thanksgiving poem

gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
puisque, si vous vous teniez prêt mon côté aujourd'hui
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre
je l'aime
dans le port de New York
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon
dans la sphère
je suis allé à travers les rues
je descends les chemins de jardin
j'ai gagné la course

 



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