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elle a éclaté le vin féroce
fleurs des bébés
ville qui n'est pas une ville
ne tournez pas votre tête
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
je suis vieux et aveugle
les poèts le disent
dossier une nuit de vol
et comment avez osé vous rêve de la réunion
allé avant nous
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
nous n'étions pas beaucoup

 



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