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elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
roses et or
s'est levé et l'ambre était le coucher du soleil sur le fleuve
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
comme un homme nu je vont
ombres ŕ ailes balayant prčs

 



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