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suicide poem

j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
ne tournez pas votre tête
travails de la terre
simplement parlant
là où je trouvez-vous
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
soyez patient, la vie, quand l'amour est à la porte

 



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