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by Georges Schehadé [Georges_Schehadé ]
2006-01-15
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Submited by Guy Rancourt
Il y a des jardins qui n'ont plus de pays
Et qui sont seuls avec l'eau
Des colombes les traversent bleues et sans nids
Mais la lune est un cristal de bonheur
Et l'enfant se souvient d'un grand desordre clair.
(In Poésies II, 1948)
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