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wedding poem

quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
là où je trouvez-vous
il y a un pays complètement de vin
si le tueur rouge pensent il massacre
élever, comme vent a soufflé
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids

 



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