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grandma poem

si le tueur rouge pensent il massacre
démontré dans la lueur vacillante dans vos yeux
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
dans ma main je me tiens
il est venu me prendre par la main
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville

 



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