Pas un jour sans une ligne.
Mais le jour pleut sur le vide de tout.
Le jour, c'est la vie des êtres, mais la nuit, c'est la vie des choses.
Car les chemins du jour côtoient ceux de la nuit.
Passent les jours et passent les semaines Ni temps passé Ni les amours reviennent Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine.
Tous les jours vont à la mort, le dernier y arrive.
[…] Et nous avons des nuits plus belles que vos jours.
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