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nous n'étions pas beaucoup
jamais dans toute ma vie
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
je suis allé à travers les rues
s'il
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
hors de moi indigne et inconnu

 



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