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Le champ de blé met sa cocarde
Coquelicot. Voici l’été, le temps me tarde De voir l’arc-en-ciel refleurir. L’orage fuit, il va mourir, Nous irons te cueillir bientôt, Coquelicot. (Robert Desnos, Chantefleurs, 1944-1945)
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