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la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
par le rivage, par la mer
le soleil est vers le haut
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
je suis vieux et aveugle
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre
dernier minuit
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
jamais dans toute ma vie
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être

 



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