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happy birthday poem

quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
à l'amoureux passionné
j'ai dit
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
le corps peut confiner
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil

 



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