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il est venu me prendre par la main
donc je ne puis pas
quand je vais de nouveau ŕ la terre
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
serene d'aprčs-midi et lumineux verts
je suis fevered

 



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