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il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
orage
sous ma fenętre dans une rue de ville
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
oiseaux contre le vent d'avril
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison

 



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