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teen love poem

ils me demandent où j'ai été
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
sous la lune de moisson
effrayé pas plus, je dis
en tant qu'elle
qui appellera le vent
j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?
environ porté plainte au maître
je remplis cette tasse
y a il quiconque là
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
la nuit était noire et triste

 



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