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pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
quand vous venez ce soir
ville qui n'est pas une ville
ils ont jeté une pierre, vous ont jeté une pierre
par le rivage, par la mer
la noblesse de la mort encore
je me tiens par temps gris froid
un dieu
sous la lune de moisson

 



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