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je suis vieux et aveugle
indéfiniment
si perdu
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
tressé et tissé
pour puis en dehors
il y a mille années silencieuses
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage
je vous attends

 



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