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good bye poem

je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
un orage monte sur la marée
je sais ce que vous allez dire
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage

 



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