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comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
il y a une heure du repos paisible
bruits qui tâchent de déchirer
à partir du sud à la coupure du jour
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
il est venu me prendre par la main
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
basculé dans le berceau du profond
vous avez marche vue par le village

 



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