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je vois tous les esprits humains
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
j'ai vu la première poire
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci Ă  moi
dans la terre silencieuse
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
y a il quiconque lĂ 

 



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