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dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage
pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte
sous la lune de moisson
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
je dois dire bonne nuit
du soleil ni des étoiles
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
un orage monte sur la marée
truely
je me suis tenu
ville qui n'est pas une ville
qui appellera le vent

 



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