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Animée,
              à la vie,
                            songe
                                les couleurs,
                                                  voir la lune,
                                                                                les étoiles,
                                                                                                        tout se retrouve à
                                                                                                                                    n
                                                                                                                                    o
                                                                                                                                    u
                                                                                                                                    v
                                                                                                                                    e
                                                                                                                                    a
                                                                                                                                    u.

Serpentant dans les ruelles,
                                        dans l’oubli, dans la peur,
                    petit génie aux doigts de fée,
                                                     fixant les heures,
                                                                      ouvrant ses ailes,
                                                                              un cœur qui pleurait,
                                                                                                        qui s'envole l'amour a
                                                                                                                                    soigné
                                                                                                                                             ce
                                                                                                                                                qu'il
                                                                                                                                                        manquait.

Elle
était inconnue,
                          curieuse
                           et puis amie
                                                un clin d'œil
                                                en offrande
                                                                    petite sirène
                                                                     aux yeux de nuit

sa clé a p
              o
               rté
                    le rêve
                                vi
                                  vant,
un secret qu’ils partagent à présent,

Il était
            magicien
                            d'images
                                            de poèmes
                                                               dompteur
                                                                              de rêves,
                                                                                              caché
                                                                                                        dans l'ombre,
                                                                                                                              seul
                                                                                                                                        avec
                                                                                                                                                  son jeu b
                                                                                                                                                                  r
                                                                                                                                                                      i
                                                                                                                                                                          s
                                                                                                                                                                              é,

son cœur cassé

les choses
en morceaux
se réparent
a nouveau.
(Zaz -Coeur Volant)