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environ porté plainte au maître
je ne brûle aucun encens
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
j'ai gagné la course
se reposer dans son culbuteur attendant votre thé
qui aime la pluie
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
qui appellera le vent
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
chien de guingan et le chat de calicot
il aurait même sa plaisanterie

 



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