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laissez-moi se déplacer lentement par la rue
peu de parc que je traverse
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
comme lui ŕ qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
course haut-soutenue
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien

 



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