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mother daughter poem

je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
la nuit était noire et triste
vous a fait entendent parler jamais
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
vous dites que vous m'aimez
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée

 



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