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et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
un mille derrière
je les ai entendus la nuit
l'air est comme un papillon
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé

 



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