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sad poem

puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
je l'ai vu une fois avant
il y a bien longtemps, dans le jeune clair de lune
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
un mot de vol d'ici et là
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
beau
la lumière retirée
vous dites que vous m'aimez

 



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