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il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
le maître des destins humains suis moi
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
avec la joie et la merveille
je meurs
indéfiniment
pourquoi
est souvent il pas aussi?
il est venu me prendre par la main
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison

 



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