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trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
substance de la lune
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
qui aime la pluie
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
je l'ai vu une fois avant
élever, comme vent a soufflé

 



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