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elle était beaucoup et beaucoup d'il y a une année
j'au-dessus-avais préparé l'événement
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
je les ai entendus la nuit
j'ai vu la première poire
je les ai offerts tout l'adieu
il est venu me prendre par la main
à minuit
j'ai su le silence des étoiles et de la mer

 



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