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les jours mélancoliques sont venus
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
il y a une heure du repos paisible
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
vous faites entendre
si perdu
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
en matins nuage-gris
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
je verrai une étoile ce soir

 



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