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bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison
un orage monte sur la marée
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
babylon -- où je vais rêver
le soleil a fait un pas vers le bas de son trône d'or
ce qui conserve
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel
du plancher au plafond

 



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