

Angoisse
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Angoisse
A cette âme chargée d'angoisse
Je veux dire, qui me toise,
Prends ces pensées aguerries
Et fleuris de ta tombe
Les courtoises appétits.
Qu'un sort plus joyeux,
N'entrave ton sillage
Et pétris ses adieux
D'un soin plus


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