Un jour la terre noya ses enfants
Eclats de chair, horizons blancs
Derriere nos yeux, le fil se fige
Condamne la sphere pour qui le temps
Ecrit l'hiver des grands serpents
Le ciel a peur des oceans, o deluge
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