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mother daughter poem

ville qui n'est pas une ville
une pensée gentiment solennelle
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
dans le port de New York
voyez que je me donne vous
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
je me suis tenu
doucement maintenant la lumière du jour
par le rivage, par la mer
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent

 



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