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l'aube était vert pomme
je suis fevered
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
doux comme lit dans la terre
il y a une heure du repos paisible
ainsi tombé
il y a mille années silencieuses
je vais ma manière complacently
ce qui je vous doivent
jamais dans toute ma vie
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
est souvent il pas aussi?
la lumière retirée

 



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