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il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
plantons
s'il
le régal royal a été fait
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
tressé et tissé
avec la joie et la merveille
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
à l'aube, il a dit
pour puis en dehors
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison

 



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