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peut-être
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
très bien, vous libéraux
j'ai moulé le monde
indéfiniment
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
à l'aube, il a dit
nous qui se sont tenus
dans pouvez
la foudre a clignoté, et s'est soulevée
dites-moi pas

 



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