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baby poem

il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
splendide et terrible votre amour
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
pourquoi faites-vous toujours stand tremblant là
elle était une beauté en jours

 



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