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gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
je suis vieux et aveugle
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
si perdu
un, comme part d'un arbre
oranges de plumaison nubian bleu-noires
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
voyez que je me donne vous
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
glooms des vivre-chênes

 



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