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le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
le parfum est venu
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
peut-être
par le rivage, par la mer
avant le saint en bronze solennel
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
y a il quiconque là

 



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