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ils me demandent où j'ai été
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre
j'ai dit
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement

 



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