Tome,  Livre, Comp.

1    1,     3,       I|  Puis, âme encore aveugle et brisant ma prison,~ ~« Je montai
2    2,     2,    VIII| flots,~ ~Des rocs, des mers, brisant barques et matelots,~ ~Debout,
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