Icare Les soirs d'hiver, je n'y vois goutte, J'ai tous les doigts boulus de goutte, Tombé du haut de mon passé Dans l'avenir au vent glacé, J'étais encor resplendissant De tous les feux de mes cinq sens. Ether, mon père très aimant Je veux te voir dans l'océan.
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