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il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
j'au-dessus-avais préparé l'événement
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
substance de la lune
je suis allé à travers les rues
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
je suis fevered
dernier minuit
ombres étendues le long de broadway
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
regarder là-bas

 



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