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best friend poem

comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
basculé dans le berceau du profond
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
nuit mystérieuse
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
gloom
roses et or

 



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