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dernier minuit
nous qui se sont tenus
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
elle connaît un dégagement bon marché
une petite pêche dans le verger s'est développée
il est venu me prendre par la main
l'obscurité
levé des morts
dans la sphère
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
environ porté plainte au maître

 



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