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thanksgiving poem

je l'ai vu une fois avant
les voûtes du pont rouge
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
au-dessus du fleuve ils montrent à moi
il y a un pays complètement de vin
certains des maux que vous avez traités
mais alas, rêves justes
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
oranges de plumaison nubian bleu-noires
les jours endeared à chaque MUSE
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux

 



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