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il y a trois manières dont les hommes prennent
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
il y a une heure du repos paisible
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
dans le port de New York
pourquoi si triste mon bel?

 



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