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les poèts le disent
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
je suis une femme
peu de parc que je traverse
frère, je suis le feu
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
jusqu'à sa fenêtre de chambre
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou

 



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