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je suis allé à travers les rues
le soleil est vers le haut
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie
exister de cygne
c'est l'arsenal
l'aube était vert pomme
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
le corps peut confiner
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme

 



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