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la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
qui appellera le vent
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
nous nous étendons
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
ce qui conserve
comme bougie blanche

 



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