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je suis allé à travers les rues
qui appellera le vent
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
il y a une heure du repos paisible
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
une pensée gentiment solennelle
enveloppez la terre par temps nuageux
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs

 



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