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grandmother poem

il y avait un temps en anciennes années
et ainsi elle va
frère, je suis le feu
je vais ma manière complacently
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
c'est le bateau de la perle
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
environ porté plainte au maître
dites-moi pas

 



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