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quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
effrayé pas plus, je dis
il y a un pays complètement de vin
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
un stylo d'acier
et avec l'oiseau de ronflement
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait

 



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