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je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
le parfum est venu
comme lui ŕ qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
tout mon amour pour mon bonbon
en matins nuage-gris

 



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