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elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
orage
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez ŕ moi, appel ŕ moi
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel

 



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