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father poem

j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux
est souvent il pas aussi?
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
jamais dans toute ma vie
un oiseau a chanté
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
dans la sphère
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
voyez que je me donne vous
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré

 



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