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ce qui nous fera maintenant
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien

 



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