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Les étoiles, ce soir,
Sont un rideau de clématites Au treillis des nuages. Mais le matin, d’un seul bonjour, Viendra les cueillir toutes. Chaque heure a son amour, Chaque jour sa déroute, Chaque soir sa clarté, Chaque instant de beauté Ses traits d’éternité. (Alice-Lemieux-Lévesque, "L’arbre du jour" , Québec, Éditions Garneau, 1964, p. 13)
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