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parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
regarder là-bas
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
je me suis tenu
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
élever, comme vent a soufflé
je sais pas où

 



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