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j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
je tiens votre coeur
dans votre vol
substance de la lune
je me tiens par temps gris froid
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
je l'ai vu une fois avant
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
oiseaux contre le vent d'avril
la lumière retirée

 



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