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je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage
allé avant nous
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
il y a trois ans d'aujourd'hui
je vous chante
s'il
ville qui n'est pas une ville
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
mais alas, rêves justes
pour la vérité, pour l'amour

 



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