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Nous n'irons plus au bois...
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LUCIEN BECKER PRÉSENCE DU SOLEIL ...Avant d'entrer dans les bois, La pluie frappe aux feuilles Qui sont pour elle le seuil D'une solitude sans poids. Elle a parcouru tout l'espace Pour venir sans hâte couler Dans d'obscurs sentiers Où rien ne doit marquer...
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