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funeral poem

ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
l'aube était vert pomme
c'est le bateau de la perle
chien de guingan et le chat de calicot
dans sa tente gardée
je tiens votre coeur
le maître des destins humains suis moi
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
descendu à l'aube des collines windless
avant le saint en bronze solennel
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
du plancher au plafond
par le rivage, par la mer
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi

 



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