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halloween poem for kid

dans ma main je me tiens
y a il quiconque là
exprimons nos passions plus basses
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
l'amour a été chanté mille manières

 



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