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je me tiens par temps gris froid
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
les jours hypocrites
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
basculé dans le berceau du profond
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
pas du monde large de totalité
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