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je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
dites-moi pas
peut-être
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
donnez-moi
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs

 



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