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halloween poem for kid

vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
le maître des destins humains suis moi
foncé-eyed
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
le pré rampait
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre

 



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