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leurs beaux cheveux
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
ville qui n'est pas une ville
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage
je l'ai vu une fois avant
tressé et tissé
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
très bien, vous libéraux
améliorez que le granit
beaux, tragical visages

 



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