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sad death poem

quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
hors de la mer de scintillement
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
je les ai entendus la nuit
souffleur de verre de temps

 



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