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j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
avant le saint en bronze solennel
comme un homme nu je vont
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé

 



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