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donc je ne puis pas
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
polit le dernier âge, le prochain avec espoir est vu
dans le port de New York
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
elle a dit
une pensée gentiment solennelle
leurs beaux cheveux

 



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