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elle a éclaté le vin féroce
pour puis en dehors
babylon -- où je vais rêver
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
doucement pleurant
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
descendu à l'aube des collines windless
c'est l'arsenal
le long d'une rive

 



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