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oiseaux contre le vent d'avril
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
je me tiens par temps gris froid
j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?
dans le port de New York
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
les poèts le disent

 



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