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quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
hors de la mer de scintillement
course haut-soutenue
souvent je pense à la belle ville
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
donc je ne puis pas
une brume entraînait une réduction
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance
je sais ce que vous allez dire
frère, je suis le feu
vous faites ne pas entendre

 



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