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la pluie plus de, et l'air brillant
effrayé pas plus, je dis
beaux, tragical visages
à certains les gros dieux
tous apaisent le long du potomac
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
doux comme lit dans la terre
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
en tant qu'elle

 



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