Tome,  Livre, Comp.

1    2,     2,      XV| horizon entre nous monta, tout disparut ;~ ~Une brume couvrit l’
2    2,     3,    VIII|      tombeau !~ ~ ~ ~La mienne disparut dans les flots qui se mêlent ;~ ~
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