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bas! 'tis par nuit de gala
et mon nom est véridique
doucement pleurant
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
en matins nuage-gris
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
écoutez
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
désolé et seul
les jours endeared ŕ chaque MUSE
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour ętre
volonté vous miroitez sur la mer?

 



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