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lost love poem

dans sa tente gardée
ils me demandent où j'ai été
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
là où je trouvez-vous
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
dans une vieille chambre s'est doucement allumé
gloom
l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
je sais ce que vous allez dire
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé

 



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