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à minuit
une pensée gentiment solennelle
nous nous étendons
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
je remplis cette tasse
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
complètement des larmes
tandis que je tenais l'écoute, discrètement sourde-muette
je ne prie pas pour la paix

 



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