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parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
en ce moment
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
un mille derrière
ce que je souhaite remarquer
une pensée gentiment solennelle
ce qui conserve
les jours mélancoliques sont venus

 



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