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effrayé pas plus, je dis
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
simplement parlant
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
tous en baisse les années
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
je l'ai vu une fois avant

 



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