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father poem

dernier minuit
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
je dois dire bonne nuit
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
stand ici par mon côté
mélancolie, bleu il était
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
n'accrochez aucune guirlande

 



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