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du soleil ni des étoiles
filles de temps
il est venu me prendre par la main
il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
qui appellera le vent
se reposer dans son culbuteur attendant votre thé

 



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