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fall poem

les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
l'aube était vert pomme
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
une pensée gentiment solennelle
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
je vous attends
regarder là-bas
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil

 



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