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mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
le plus triste de l'année
pensées par ma tête
je vous attends
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
le soleil est vers le haut
il y a trois ans d'aujourd'hui
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles

 



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