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mother poem

le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
splendor doux
calme en tant que que deuxième été
dans le port de New York
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
oranges de plumaison nubian bleu-noires
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
chantez-encore à la chanson vous chanté

 



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