Tome,  Livre, Comp.

1    2,     3,      VI| un marteau n’y frappe un clou. Te voilà seule.~ ~Ville,
2    2,     3,    XXVI| pitié sur tous, forge le clou~ ~Qui le clouera dans l’
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