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family poem

laissez-moi être triste
complètement des larmes
comment j'aidez vers la droite le monde qui tourne mal
je ne brûle aucun encens
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance
descendu à l'aube des collines windless
souvent je pense à la belle ville
la nuit était noire et triste

 



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