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mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
il est venu me prendre par la main
le maître des destins humains suis moi
l'air est comme un papillon
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
élever, comme vent a soufflé

 



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