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autumn poem

peu de parc que je traverse
j'ai fait un voeu par le passé, un seulement
le maître des destins humains suis moi
et pain de breaketh pas plus
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme
tous en baisse les années
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
un regard est mais un rayon
prenez mes bracelets
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
ne vous affligez pas qu'elle plus de

 



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