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qui aime la pluie
elle a dit
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
donc je ne puis pas
par le rivage, par la mer
ne vous affligez pas qu'elle plus de
fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme
elle connaît un dégagement bon marché
je verrai une étoile ce soir
tristement parlant
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final

 



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