Ô mers, ô volières de ma Mémoire !
Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques, Nouez et dénouez vos vastes masses d'or, Doucement, tristement, sur de graves musiques, Menez le deuil très lent de votre sœur qui dort.
Les dieux s'en vont ; plus que des hures ; Ah ! ça devient tous les jours pis.
Ô mers, ô volières de ma Mémoire !
Penser qu'on vivra jamais dans cet astre*, Parfois me flanque un coup dans l'épigastre.
Ah ! tout est bien qui n'a pas de fin.
L'homme entre deux néants n'est qu'un jour de misère.
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