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broken heart poem

il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
vieux vin à boire
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
hors de la mer de scintillement
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
pour puis en dehors
soyez patient, la vie, quand l'amour est à la porte

 



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