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grandma poem

j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
le jour est fait
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
l'obscurité
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
levé des morts
avant le saint en bronze solennel
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
dans sa tente gardée
ne tournez pas votre tête
pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte

 



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