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l'obscurité
voyez que je me donne vous
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
les voûtes du pont rouge
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
beau
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
elle était une beauté en jours
je la pense splendide juste

 



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