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LE GRAND WILL

amour, pensée, shakespeare, sonnet

Par Clarence D

William SHAKESPEARE Sonnet LXXI No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell; Nay, il you read this line, remember not The hand...

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