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funeral poem

j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
les vieilles chansons
faites les garçons et les filles vont toujours
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
mais alas, rêves justes
homme froid sévère
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
je me suis tenu prêt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
du plancher au plafond

 



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