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sad death poem

il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
voici ne tomber aucune lumière
affligez-vous pas pour l'invisible
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
en dessous de cette tombe modeste un conqueror se trouve
ville qui n'est pas une ville
voyez que je me donne vous
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
le ciel
par le rivage, par la mer
très bien, vous libéraux

 



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