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ombres à ailes balayant près
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
un orage monte sur la marée
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
orage
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
a arqué l'inondation
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
par le rivage, par la mer

 



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