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elle doit retourner, elle a dit
là où je trouvez-vous
qui appellera le vent
tressé et tissé
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
dans des vos bras était le plaisir immobile
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
babylon -- où je vais rêver
vous entendez la pluie?

 



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