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beau
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
hauts murs et énorme
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
je ne brûle aucun encens
ombres à ailes balayant près
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
substance de la lune

 



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