21 juillet 2022
La branche d'aubépine
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- Il est, aux environs de notre métairie,Une haute contrée aux espaces désertsOù croissent, frais tapis qui parfume les airs,Le thym, le genêt d'or, la bruyère fleurie. Sur ces larges plateaux, sans maisons ni chemins,On respire le vent des libres solitudes...
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