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mother daughter poem

quand je vais de nouveau Ă  la terre
le plus triste de l'année
ne soyez pas faux
quand un contrat est fait pour la liberté
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
elle a dit
dans sa tente gardée
regarder lĂ -bas
exprimons nos passions plus basses
tous apaisent le long du potomac
a arqué l'inondation
ce qui conserve
sommeil, frère gris de la mort

 



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