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Et l’automne, et l’hiver
S’en viennent tous deux; Et il pleut, et il neige - Et il neige, et il pleut. El la nuit descend; Elle est nue et sordide; Passent, le teint livide, Les enfants de l’école. Et les murs sont humides; Un frisson me saisit - Et aux ensevelis Je pense infiniment… Et l’automne, et l’hiver S’en viennent tous deux; Et il pleut, et il neige - Et il neige, et il pleut.
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