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birthday poem

frère, je suis le feu
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
un mille derrière
vécu à côté de la rive
ce que je souhaite remarquer
comme un homme nu je vont
dans le port de New York
ainsi tombé
à travers He va
doucement maintenant la lumière du jour
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
laissez une subsistance de joie vous
les jours mélancoliques sont venus

 



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