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death poem

il est venu me prendre par la main
je me tiens par temps gris froid
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison
en dessous de cette tombe modeste un conqueror se trouve
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques

 



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