Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon coeur
D’une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et Blême, quand
Sonne l’heure
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure…
Et je m’en vais
Auvent meuvais
Qui m’emporte
deça, dela,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
[Paul Verlaine]
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yedi sene vuruldum da bir daldaki yaprağa yedi sene üstüne koydum onu toprağa ah eminem…
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