Tome,  Livre, Comp.

1    2,     3,    VIII|      Pansé notre douleur, azuré nos raisons,~ ~Et fait luire
2    2,     3,  ACelle| et son pistil,~ ~Ce livre azuré, triste, orageux, d’où sort-il ?~ ~
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