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o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
pour pouvoir voir chaque côté de chaque question
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
par le rivage, par la mer
une fois ce gazon mou
je remplis cette tasse
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
êtes vous vivant?
doux comme lit dans la terre

 



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