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quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
il y a un pays complètement de vin
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
bonheur
du soleil ni des étoiles
en ce moment
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
dans ma main je me tiens

 



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