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grandma poem

sommeil, frère gris de la mort
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
le long des banques
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage

 



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