.Une banlieue de novembre
Un train comme il y en a tant
Sous nos paupières la cendre
Feux de paille de nos tourments
Et cette soirée humide
Et cette limaille de fer>
Entre leurs mains frigides
Qui leur parlait de l'enfer>
Ses printemps majeurs
Peut-être mille.
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