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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2013-02-07 | [This text should be read in francais] | Submited by Guy Rancourt À travers le ciel, les nuages voyagent À travers les champs, le vent À travers les champs, erre L’enfant séparé de sa mère. À travers la rue, les feuilles s’envolent À travers les arbres, les oiseaux criaillent À travers les montagnes, au loin Ma maison devrait être. 1902 (Traduction libre de Guy Rancourt du poème « Uber die Felder… »)
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