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baby poem

ainsi tombé
le long d'une rive
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
peu de porte a été atteinte enfin
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
gloom
pour vêtir la pensée ardente
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
je vois tous les esprits humains
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes

 



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