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la nuit était noire et triste
ville qui n'est pas une ville
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
si le tueur rouge pensent il massacre
du soleil ni des étoiles
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
homme froid sévère
tressé et tissé
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
c'est le bateau de la perle
je suis fevered
nous nous étendons

 



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