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une pensée gentiment solennelle
y a il quiconque là
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
dans la sphère
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
jusqu'à sa fenêtre de chambre
du soleil ni des étoiles
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré

 



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