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l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
un dieu
peu de porte a été atteinte enfin
en dessous de cette tombe modeste un conqueror se trouve
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
je suis allé ŕ travers les rues
j'ai aimé une femme
il est allé
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
beau

 



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