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elle a éclaté le vin féroce
je dois dire bonne nuit
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
il était un jeune oysterman grand
dans sa tente gardée
une fois ce gazon mou
doux comme lit dans la terre
stand ici par mon côté
c'était l'automne de l'année
j'ai vu que vous hunched et tremblant sur les pierres
je vous attends
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
homme froid sévère

 



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