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broken heart poem

pourrions nous mais savoir
je ne prie pas pour la paix
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
je suis vieux et aveugle
comme un homme nu je vont
ceux-ci soient

 



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