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il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
très bien, vous libéraux
il aurait mĂŞme sa plaisanterie
avant le saint en bronze solennel
dans ma main je me tiens
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
il y a mille années silencieuses
je suis une femme
tristement parlant
un, comme part d'un arbre

 



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