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\n Qui apaise<\/span>
\n Peupl\u00e9 de satellites aux trajectoires lentes<\/span>
\n Intermittentes<\/span>
\n Un horizon dentel\u00e9 par l’obscur des cr\u00eates<\/span>
\n La lune allongeait l’ombre du rythme de nos pas<\/span><\/p>\n
\n Rotation cadenc\u00e9e d’une pluie d’asperseur<\/span>
\n Des rejets de figuiers ont \u00e9ventr\u00e9 le mur<\/span>
\n De ma m\u00e9moire s’\u00e9caillent les copeaux de nos rires<\/span>
\n Batavias repiqu\u00e9es en lettres S.O.S.<\/span>
\n Aucun avion ne s’arr\u00eatait, jamais<\/span>
\n Alors tu vois…<\/span><\/p>\n
Qui apaise<\/span>
Peupl\u00e9 de satellites aux trajectoires lentes<\/span>
Intermittentes<\/span>
Un horizon dentel\u00e9 par l'obscur des cr\u00eates<\/span>
La lune allongeait l'ombre du rythme de nos pas<\/span><\/p>
Rotation cadenc\u00e9e d'une pluie d'asperseur<\/span>
Des rejets de figuiers ont \u00e9ventr\u00e9 le mur<\/span>
De ma m\u00e9moire s'\u00e9caillent les copeaux de nos rires<\/span>
Batavias repiqu\u00e9es en lettres S.O.S.<\/span>
Aucun avion ne s'arr\u00eatait, jamais<\/span>
Alors tu vois...<\/span><\/p>