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african american poetry

aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
stand ici par mon côté
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
indéfiniment

 



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