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St-Jacut by PokerMenteur
T'es parti sans laisser d'adresse,
Et tu nous laisses
Seuls,
Seuls sur la grève où l'onde paresse,
Nous caresse
Loin,
Où, sous un pin qui t'a fait une place,
Tu te délasses.
Et là,
C'est la même onde qui te caresse,
L'ombre te fait des tresses,
Un cœur-
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chriseastmids Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2016  Hobbyist Photographer
i get it .... :clap::clap::clap:
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PokerMenteur Featured By Owner Edited Feb 4, 2016  Hobbyist Photographer
Gloomy song written after the death of a friend, without any music, just a rythm

Not sure she would have appreciated, but she can't read it anymore...
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chriseastmids Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2016  Hobbyist Photographer
great words ... maybe she would
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PokerMenteur Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2016  Hobbyist Photographer
grazie mille
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