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\n Haut<\/span>
\n Un demain d’ambre et d’argile<\/span>
\n Model\u00e9 \u00e0 l’image d’un ciel sans pliure<\/span>
\n Viendrait le temps du sable<\/span>
\n Le temps des pierres<\/span>
\n Des ombres sans humanit\u00e9<\/span>
\n Mais un feu vivant de sa propre lumi\u00e8re<\/span>
\n O\u00f9 me r\u00e9chauffer<\/span>
\n Un silence sans murmure, sans voix<\/span>
\n Sans \u00e9cho<\/span>
\n D\u00e9connect\u00e9<\/span>
\n Je n’arriverais pas au bout des chemins offerts<\/span>
\n Mais seuls importeraient la marche et le souffle<\/span>
\n Parce que j’aurais le temps<\/span>
\n Le temps du sable, le temps des pierres<\/span>
\n D’un monde je serais la m\u00e9moire et l’oubli<\/span>
\n La seule \u00e2me qui vive<\/span>
\nJe r\u00eaverais min\u00e9rale<\/span>
\nEt j’aurais dans les mains la s\u00e9pulture de Rien<\/span>
\n L’infini bleu <\/span>
\nJe n’en verrais pas la faim<\/span><\/p>\n