Novels and Poems by Patrick Durantou - HTML preview

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Paris lights bristles. In days, we call

Nothing, pause the collection ie, we record the star

alerted to our times. How many how many Grenelle

Segur to harvest walks prescribe another

dance, a new â moison p. Like to see all around

the premises of a year hatched the sense of being,

panacea expired, returning finally appointed, rose plucked

of morning. R ue girls, boulevards in those innocent parties

we will proudly as a new year supply

crucibles, offer long nights ripened to siding

sails happy days ...