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romantic love poem

elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
peut-être
s'il
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
dites-moi pas
souvent je pense à la belle ville
l'aube était vert pomme
composé seul du loveliness
c'est l'arsenal
élever, comme vent a soufflé
elle était une beauté en jours

 



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