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et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
j'ai dit
ŕ certains les gros dieux
il n'y avait jamais un bruit prčs du bois mais d'un
un oiseau a chanté
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer

 



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