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il est venu me prendre par la main
avec les yeux doux et bruns
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
bonne femme
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
à minuit
je vous chante

 



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