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doux comme lit dans la terre
course haut-soutenue
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
nous avons aucune honte?
ont eu lui et I mais réuni
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
hauts murs et énorme

 



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