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pourrions nous mais savoir
basculé dans le berceau du profond
à l'aube, il a dit
y a il quiconque là
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
je suis vieux et aveugle
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
seule
le long des banques
pensées par ma tête

 



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