Livre,  Fable

1   1,   14| ouvrage ;~ ~Et voilà le cadet pleurant.~ ~Mon fils, répond alors
2   2,    8|   devant ce miroir,~ ~Criant, pleurant, frappant la glace.~ ~Sa
3   5,   12|  profonde,~ ~L’autre fuit, en pleurant son pauvre compagnon.~ ~

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