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mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
monde qui change sous ma main
j'aime les vieilles configurations melodious
avec le coucher du soleil
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
une pensée gentiment solennelle
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage

 



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