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tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
y a il quiconque là
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
l'air est comme un papillon

 



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