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mother daughter poem

mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
c'est la chanson de la jeunesse
laissez-moi être triste
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
tandis que je tenais l'écoute, discrètement sourde-muette
ombres étendues le long de broadway
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre

 



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