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avant le saint en bronze solennel
foncé-eyed
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
élever, comme vent a soufflé
un oiseau a chanté
vieux vin à boire
c'est la chanson de la jeunesse
avec les yeux doux et bruns
de nos endroits cachés
les vieilles chansons
stand ici par mon côté
le pré rampait
jamais dans toute ma vie

 



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