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Comme une pierre que l'on jette dans l'eau vive d'un ruisseau Qui laisse derrière elle des milliers de ronds dans l'eau Comme un manège de lune avec ses chevaux d'étoiles Comme un anneau de Saturne, un ballon de carnaval Comme le chemin de ronde que font sans cesse les heures Le voyage autour du monde d'un tournesol dans sa fleur Tu fais tourner de ton nom tous les moulins de mon cœur

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