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pastor appreciation poem

je sais pas où
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
il est allé
les voûtes du pont rouge
améliorez que le granit
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
ainsi tombé
tressé et tissé
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
j'ai gagné la course

 



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