sur la terra

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in two shakes, your lips
leaned down on my lips to kiss
…the world …we live in

un jour, un bourgeon émerge discrètement
et livre quelques pousses Γ  l'air, au vent,
le soleil décidera de l'arroser doucement de lumière
ou de le frapper d'un coup,
mais il est sur la terre et c'est dΓ©jΓ  beaucoup
— Martin Solveig —
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