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gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
je me tiens par temps gris froid
doucement pleurant
homme froid sévère
course haut-soutenue
regarder là-bas
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
si j'étais très sûr

 



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