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father poem

le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
truely
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
et mon nom est véridique
je vous attends
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
améliorez que le granit
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
je me suis tenu
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours

 



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