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sad love poem

nous n'étions pas beaucoup
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
une histoire très remarquable ceci est
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
nuit mystérieuse
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
la terre garde aller de vibration
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
je les ai entendus la nuit
je l'ai vu une fois avant
je tiens votre coeur
je suis vieux et aveugle

 



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