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\n cette mer de brume en \u00e9charpe<\/span>
\n autour des sommets lumineux,<\/span>
\n j’\u00e9cris les rivi\u00e8res de nuages,<\/span>
\n j’\u00e9cris le vent.<\/span>
\n \u00a0<\/span>
\n C’est comme si tu m’ avais repris,<\/span>
\n tous ces bouquets offerts cueillis.<\/span>
\n C’est comme si tu avais pill\u00e9<\/span>
\n les souvenirs de nos f\u00eates,<\/span>
\n l’aube des Toujours, ma vie.<\/span>
\n \u00a0<\/span>
\n Moi je te rends le diad\u00e8me<\/span>
\n en pacotille de tes serments,<\/span>
\n les colifichets d’amourettes,<\/span>
\n des pendeloques aux oreillettes,<\/span>
\n tambour battant.<\/span>
\n \u00a0<\/span>
\n Pardon, j’\u00e9cris nos continents,<\/span>
\n nos d\u00e9sillusions d\u00e9masqu\u00e9es<\/span>
\n mes ressentiments sans pudeur,<\/span>
\n c’est comme si je d\u00e9shabillais<\/span>
\n ta solitude.<\/span>
\n \u00a0<\/span>
\n J’imagine la vitre embu\u00e9e,<\/span>
\n la vue sur la premi\u00e8re gel\u00e9e,<\/span>
\n l’odeur am\u00e8re du po\u00eale \u00e9teint,<\/span>
\n la vue sur les soleils fan\u00e9s leurs p\u00e9tales de soie froiss\u00e9e.<\/span> \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
cette mer de brume en \u00e9charpe<\/span>
autour des sommets lumineux,<\/span>
j'\u00e9cris les rivi\u00e8res de nuages,<\/span>
j'\u00e9cris le vent.<\/span>
\u00a0<\/span>
C'est comme si tu m' avais repris,<\/span>
tous ces bouquets offerts cueillis.<\/span>
C'est comme si tu avais pill\u00e9<\/span>
les souvenirs de nos f\u00eates,<\/span>
l'aube des Toujours, ma vie.<\/span>
\u00a0<\/span>
Moi je te rends le diad\u00e8me<\/span>
en pacotille de tes serments,<\/span>
les colifichets d'amourettes,<\/span>
des pendeloques aux oreillettes,<\/span>
tambour battant.<\/span>
\u00a0<\/span>
Pardon, j'\u00e9cris nos continents,<\/span>
nos d\u00e9sillusions d\u00e9masqu\u00e9es<\/span>
mes ressentiments sans pudeur,<\/span>
c'est comme si je d\u00e9shabillais<\/span>
ta solitude.<\/span>
\u00a0<\/span>
J'imagine la vitre embu\u00e9e,<\/span>
la vue sur la premi\u00e8re gel\u00e9e,<\/span>
l'odeur am\u00e8re du po\u00eale \u00e9teint,<\/span>
la vue sur les soleils fan\u00e9s leurs p\u00e9tales de soie froiss\u00e9e.<\/span> \u00a0<\/span><\/p>