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poem for pastors

la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
comme égaliser tombe
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
pourrions nous mais savoir
je vois tous les esprits humains
splendide et terrible votre amour
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien

 



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