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je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
le maître des destins humains suis moi
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
ombres à ailes balayant près
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
j'ai dit
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
elle boite avec stopper le pas douloureux
ainsi tombé

 



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