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les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
orage
j'ai vu la première poire
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
voyez, de cette contrefaçon de lui
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
comme égaliser tombe
en tant qu'elle
le plus triste de l'année

 



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