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i love you poem

quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
voyez que je me donne vous
très bien, vous libéraux
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
je tiens votre coeur
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
les ombres des bateaux
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
quand absence de sa taille de montagne
dans le port de New York

 



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