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il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
je ne brûle aucun encens
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
j'ai vu la première poire
contre la flamme verte de l'aubépine-arbre
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
babylon -- où je vais rêver
dans sa tente gardée
au-dessus du fleuve ils montrent à moi
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment

 



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