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j'ai moulé le monde
l'aube était vert pomme
simplement parlant
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour ętre
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
aimez-moi enfin, ou si vous pas
allé avant nous
exprimons nos passions plus basses
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
qui appellera le vent
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé

 



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