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ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
je suis le vent qui hésite
ne restez pas plus
qui aime la pluie
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
je me tiens par temps gris froid
dites-moi
à minuit

 



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