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elle était beaucoup et beaucoup d'il y a une année
en matins nuage-gris
il est allé
doux et fort
j'ai moulé le monde
elle a dit
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
comme bougie blanche
avant le saint en bronze solennel
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
à travers He va
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
un, comme part d'un arbre

 



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