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death poem

regarder là-bas
frère, je suis le feu
élever, comme vent a soufflé
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
a arqué l'inondation
un mille derrière
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
sous la feuille sombre de laurier

 



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