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fall poem

j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
je suis le vent qui hésite
et mon nom est véridique
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
le soleil et vent et battement de mer

 



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