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je les ai offerts tout l'adieu
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
je suis le vent qui hésite
ils me demandent où j'ai été

 



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