Tome,  Livre, Comp.

1    2,     3,     XVI| Nous sommes là ; nos dents tressaillent, nos vertèbres~ ~Frémissent ;
2    2,     3,    XXVI|    on appelle les fleurs~ ~Tressaillent ; le rocher se met à fondre
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