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death poem

pourquoi
le ciel
je les ai offerts tout l'adieu
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
affligez-vous pas pour l'invisible
y a il quiconque là
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
sous la lune de moisson
exprimons nos passions plus basses
ville qui n'est pas une ville
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique

 



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