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Toi, ce havre au bout du monde (4e partie)
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J'ai repris la route En allant là tout droit Sans avoir de doute De trouver cet endroit. Devant le grand Volcan J'ai pris ta passerelle Et aperçu, éloquents, L'hôtel et sa tourelle (Qui ne sont pas géants Comparés à l'église) Et ton portail béant Comme une belle balise! Derrière c'était la mer (Et non pas l'océan). C'est alors qu'arrivèrent Ces bons vieux goélands.
