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vous faites entendre
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage
peu de parc que je traverse
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
une pensée gentiment solennelle
soyez patient, la vie, quand l'amour est ŕ la porte
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez ŕ moi, appel ŕ moi
ne tournez pas votre tęte
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
les jours hypocrites

 



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