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nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
babylon -- où je vais rêver
je descends les chemins de jardin
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
le ciel
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
peu de porte a été atteinte enfin

 



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