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sympathy poem

le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
l'aube était vert pomme
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
laissez-moi être triste
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
je vous ai détesté
faites les garçons et les filles vont toujours
elle connaît un dégagement bon marché

 



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