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elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
vous faites entendre
vieux vin à boire
la fille, art de thou viennent pour mourir
je verrai une étoile ce soir
frère, je suis le feu
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
leurs beaux cheveux
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes

 



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