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un regard est mais un rayon
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
allé avant nous
je descends les chemins de jardin
il y a un pays complètement de vin
peu de parc que je traverse
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
du soleil ni des étoiles
elle a dit
vous entendez la pluie?
le corps peut confiner
chantez-encore à la chanson vous chanté

 



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