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grandmother poem

quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon
donc je ne puis pas
affligez-vous pas pour l'invisible
vous faites ne pas entendre
le long d'une rive
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
mélancolie, bleu il était
faites les garçons et les filles vont toujours
babylon -- où je vais rêver

 



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