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sad death poem

je suis allé à travers les rues
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
améliorez que le granit
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
il parle pas bien

 



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