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Désillusion

Mon cœur est triste,

sans mon chéri.

Mon coeur n'existe

pas, sans lui.

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L'amour est une invention,

probablement une illusion.

L'amour est l'imagination

qui apporte la désillusion.

copyright © 2007 by T.L. Dalid

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