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il y a un pays complètement de vin
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé
je suis le vent qui hésite
tristement parlant
je ne brûle aucun encens
nous nous étendons
l'obscurité
en matins nuage-gris
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé

 



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