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je réside à la montagne de table
comme égaliser tombe
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
simplicité
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
vieux vin à boire
il y a mille années silencieuses
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
avec les yeux doux et bruns
avec le coucher du soleil

 



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