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donc je ne puis pas
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
voyez l'expérimental
j'ai vu la première poire
tristement parlant
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
à partir du sud à la coupure du jour
désolé et seul
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
pourrions nous mais savoir
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre

 



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