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Ari Balthy D.H. Lawrence Jean-Sé Katia Max William Wordsworth Absurdum Delirium Autre Bandes dessinées Cinéma Education Humour Littérature Anglaise Littérature Française Logiciels Musique Nouvelles Philosophie Poèmes Recettes Télévision ThéâtreSorrow, by D.H. Lawrence
09-01-2005
in english
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WHY does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me? Ah, you will understand; 5 When I carried my mother downstairs, A few times only, at the beginning Of her soft-foot malady, I should find, for a reprimand To my gaiety, a few long grey hairs 10 On the breast of my coat; and one by one I let them float up the dark chimney.
