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l'aube était vert pomme
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
à minuit
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
ne tournez pas votre tête
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien

 



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