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Si vraiment les mots t’embarrassent,
Ne dis rien. Rêve. N’aie pas froid; C’est moi qui parle et qui t’embrasse; Laisse-moi répandre sur toi, Comme le doux vent dans les bois, Ce murmure immense, à voix basse… (Anna de NOAILLES, Poème de l’amour, 1924)
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