Les tourterelles se fuyaient : Plus d'amour, partant plus de joie.
Vos scrupules font voir trop de délicatesse.
Pour vous mieux contempler, demeurez au désert.
C'était un vieux routier, il savait plus d'un tour.
Quand le moment viendra d'aller trouver les morts, J'aurai vécu sans soins, et mourrai sans remords.
Sur les ailes du Temps, la tristesse s'envole.
Celui* de qui la tête au ciel était voisine Et dont les pieds touchaient à l'empire des morts.
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