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Éternelle errance
Humide est cette terre à mon corps étendu
Où des vers avides s’apprêtent à festoyer
Mon cœur s’est arrêté et mon âme est perdue
Alors je les regarde à me décomposer
La lune me pleure et m’invite à monter
Mais ses rayons d’argent passent ma transpa
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