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romantic love poem

robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
le maître des destins humains suis moi
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
là par la fenêtre dans la vieille maison
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
et mon nom est véridique
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver

 



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