Il n'y a rien

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Dis-toi que je ne lutte jamais pour autre chose qu'une cause perdue : Notre amour. Parce que l'amour est une cause perdue. Ici où il fait bleu à penser à toi. Entends-tu le vagissement du temps ? Entends-tu son cri désespéré ? C'est que nos haltes dans les bras l'un de l'autre Marquent le rythme d'un mal étrange que l'on nomme amour. Nous mourrons. Nous mourrons, mon bel, mon innocent amour... ©Electre 2025

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EAN/ISBN:: 9782342015614
Edition:: Poésie
Medium:: Bound edition
Number of pages:: 88
Publication date:: 2013-11-22
Publisher:: Mon petit éditeur

EAN/ISBN:: 9782342015614
Edition:: Poésie
Medium:: Bound edition
Number of pages:: 88
Publication date:: 2013-11-22
Publisher:: Mon petit éditeur

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