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En ce temps-là nos fleurs Vendaient leur viande aux chiens Et nous habitions tous de sordides tripots Avec des aiguillages pour nos petits matins Quand le beau macadam nous traitait de salauds Nous traitait de salauds Nous vivions nos vertiges … Continuer la lecture →