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grandma poem

laissez le bel unsaid de mots
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
je ne prie pas pour la paix
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
tristement parlant
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
voyez, de cette contrefaçon de lui
écoutez la mer retentissante
je me suis tenu prêt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
vous êtes mon compagnon
il était un jeune oysterman grand

 



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