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funeral poem

vous dites que vous m'aimez
du soleil ni des étoiles
plantons
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
il est venu me prendre par la main
quand vous venez ce soir
dans une vieille chambre s'est doucement allumé
je me tiens par temps gris froid
je meurs
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
les jours hypocrites

 



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