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mother daughter poem

sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
vécu à côté de la rive
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
dans sa tente gardée
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
mélancolie, bleu il était
le maître des destins humains suis moi
avec les yeux doux et bruns
elle a dit

 



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