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il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
je me tiens par temps gris froid
un mot de vol d'ici et là
à ce qui une femme la comparera aimée
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
voyez, de cette contrefaçon de lui
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
en matins nuage-gris
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
regardez dehors sur les étoiles, mon amour

 



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