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se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
dernier minuit
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
je ne prie pas pour la paix
nous avons aucune honte?
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
pourquoi si triste mon bel?

 



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