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romantic poem

il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
dans toutes les choses non parlées de
tressé et tissé
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
voici ne tomber aucune lumière
ce qui conserve
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
dans votre vol
à certains les gros dieux
ne tournez pas votre tête

 



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