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quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
regarder là-bas
hors de moi indigne et inconnu
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
effrayé pas plus, je dis
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison
les jours hypocrites
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
les chansons antiques

 



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