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romantic poem

donc je ne puis pas
vous êtes beau et fané
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
vous êtes mon compagnon
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
clair de lune profond et tendre
gloom
là où je trouvez-vous
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares

 



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