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mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
elle a dit
dans une vieille chambre s'est doucement allumé
la noblesse de la mort encore
descendu à l'aube des collines windless
peu de parc que je traverse
ce que je souhaite remarquer
pensées par ma tête
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux

 



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