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son visage est juste et lisse et bon
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
laissez-moi être triste
dans la terre silencieuse
à partir du sud à la coupure du jour

 



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