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thanksgiving poem

ont eu lui et I mais réuni
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
les petites prières blanches
pourrions nous mais savoir
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
si perdu
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
avec les yeux doux et bruns

 



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