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désolé et seul
un dieu
la étoile-poussière et lumière vaporeuse
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
y a il quiconque là
environ porté plainte au maître
je me tiens par temps gris froid
vous êtes mon compagnon
peut-être

 



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