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regarder là-bas
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
de nos endroits cachés
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
volonté vous miroitez sur la mer?
remuez
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
doux comme lit dans la terre
pour puis en dehors
je ne brûle aucun encens

 



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