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doux comme lit dans la terre
doucement pleurant
levé des morts
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
je me tiens par temps gris froid
le maître des destins humains suis moi
il y a une heure du repos paisible
le régal royal a été fait
je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage
nous nous étendons
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
je ne brûle aucun encens
pourquoi si triste mon bel?

 



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