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substance de la lune
près d'un champ en détresse
je me tiens par temps gris froid
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
je suis las d'ĂŞtre amer et las d'ĂŞtre sage
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie
un mot de vol d'ici et lĂ 

 



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