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Mon petit monde
Chose qui brille
Devient
Etoile belle
Sans fin
Chaque broutille
S'oublit
Et l'essentiel
Saillit
Mon petit monde
Est vaste
Tout périmètre
S'efface
Les couleurs fondent
Se mêlent
Quand mes lunettes
J'enlève
Texte : Estelle Lahoussine-Trévoux
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