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elle a dit
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
avec les yeux doux et bruns
nous avons aucune honte?
dans sa tente gardée
et ainsi elle va
hors de moi indigne et inconnu
je sais pas où

 



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