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mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
travails de la terre
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
effrayé pas plus, je dis
je vais ma manière complacently
c'était l'automne de l'année
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
l'obscurité roule vers le haut
ville qui n'est pas une ville
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
par le rivage, par la mer

 



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