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grandma poem

il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
elle a dit
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
la nuit était noire et triste
observer toute la journée la vague bleue se courber et se casser
stand ici par mon côté
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien
avec les yeux doux et bruns
nos moments plaisants volent
sous la barre du guerrier
je suis vieux et aveugle

 



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