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wedding poetry

souvent je pense à la belle ville
le régal royal a été fait
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
je ne prie pas pour la paix
le plus triste de l'année
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
l'enfant qui a jeté la feuille après feuille

 



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