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elle a éclaté le vin féroce
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
je verrai une étoile ce soir
hors de la fenêtre une mer des arbres verts
je les ai offerts tout l'adieu
la étoile-poussière et lumière vaporeuse
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
dans des nombres mournful

 



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