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souffleur de verre de temps
je meurs
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
monde qui change sous ma main
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
ils ont jeté une pierre, vous ont jeté une pierre
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
le régal royal a été fait
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté

 



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