.La nuit promet d'être belle
Car voici qu'au fond du ciel
Apparaît la lune rousse.
Saisi d'une sainte frousse,
Tout le commun des mortels
Croit voir le diable à ses trousses.
Valets volages et vulgaires, ouvrez mon sarcophage
Et vous, pages pervers, courrez au cime.
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