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C'est là que je trépasse
C'est là que je trépasse
Le ciel s’est replié en une étreinte vide
Et rien ne s’est glissé entre ses bras humides.
Il n’est plus aucun son, plus aucune saveur,
Pour peindre une émotion plus aucune couleur.
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