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brother poem

les poèts le disent
s'il
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
il y a une heure du repos paisible
laissez-moi être triste
fleurs des bébés
et ainsi elle va
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
le maître des destins humains suis moi
qui est le coureur dans les cieux

 



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