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sad death poem

les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
j'ai eu un rêve et je me suis réveillé avec lui
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
glooms des vivre-chênes
c'est le bateau de la perle
ville qui n'est pas une ville
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
un oiseau a chanté
ombres à ailes balayant près
c'est l'arsenal

 



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