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ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
enveloppez la terre par temps nuageux
voyez que je me donne vous
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
le corps peut confiner
les poèts le disent
je vous ai détesté
tristement parlant
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
le ciel
vous êtes clair
fait longtemps polir la lumière du soleil d'été

 



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