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LE DEPOT DES ENFANTS PERDUS
Published Sep 9, 2021
Updated Sep 9, 2021
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Culture
Published Sep 9, 2021
Updated Sep 9, 2021
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LE DEPOT DES ENFANTS PERDUS
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J'ai laissé derrière moi le bruit de la ville, la furie du vent froid et visqueux sorti du fleuve.
Je parcourais des trottoirs luisants, boulevard rochechouart, j'ai poussé la porte de la choppe d'Anvers, posé mon manteau, me suis assis au bar.
Alors, j'ai gratté ma chance
Le temps d'un café
Qui m'a serré le coeu
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