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father poem

travails de la terre
dans pouvez
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
je les ai entendus la nuit
dans sa tente gardée
je suis las d'ĂŞtre amer et las d'ĂŞtre sage
dernier minuit
très bien, vous libéraux

 



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