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love poem

mais alas, rêves justes
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
dans ma main je me tiens
et ainsi elle va
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
c'était l'automne de l'année
polit le dernier âge, le prochain avec espoir est vu
fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme

 



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