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trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
effrayé pas plus, je dis
le pré rampait
avant le saint en bronze solennel
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
un mille derrière
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
composé seul du loveliness

 



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