Le papillon, le vent souffle la mer-salle, forte au del du jardin-mur ! Papillon, pourquoi soldes-tu le compte sur ma chaussure, et SIP la salet sur ma chaussure, soulevant vos ailes veines, les soulevant ? grand papillon blanc !
Dj c'est octobre, et le vent souffle fort la mer des collines o la neige doit tre tombe, le vent est poli avec la neige. Ici dans le jardin, avec les graniums rouges, il fait chaud, il est chaud mais la mer-salle forte de coups de vent, le papillon blanc, contenu sur ma chaussure !
Iras-tu, volont que tu vais de ma maison chaude ? Volont que tu montes sur vos grandes ailes molles, noir-pointilles, comme vers le haut d'arc-en-ciel invisible, une vote jusqu' ce que le vent te glisse fin de la vote-crte et un niveau trange flottant tu sortent la mer-salle, point blanc !
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