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sad love poem

je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
fait longtemps polir la lumière du soleil d'été
je la pense splendide juste
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
peut-être
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou

 



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