Tome,  Livre, Comp.
1    2,     3,    XIII| arbres,~ ~Et songe aux cerfs errants, au lierre, aux nids chantants~ ~
2    2,     3,     XVI|    Reviennent, noirs soleils errants !~ ~L’homme, au-dessus de
3    2,     3,    XVII|      Tous ces noirs phalènes errants.~ ~ ~ ~Nais, grandis, rêve,
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