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death poem

quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
remplacez la vision du plaisir
si j'étais très sûr
je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
un oiseau a chanté
en matins nuage-gris
à partir du sud à la coupure du jour
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement

 



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