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tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
nous qui se sont tenus
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
voici ne tomber aucune lumičre
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
le soleil a fait un pas vers le bas de son trône d'or
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
oiseaux contre le vent d'avril

 



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