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quand les vastes terres br没l茅es sont devenues nos terres voici un soleil rouge circulant dans le ciel comme on nage dans la mer et l鈥檈ffroi des demeures blanches le jour multiplie ses lampes nul ne dort 脿 l鈥檈st nous n鈥檃vions plus besoin de rien nous avons pleur茅 de lassitude (Marie Uguay, 芦 Autoportraits禄, 1982 in Po猫mes, Montr茅al, Bor茅al, 2005, p. 128)
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