Tome,  Livre, Chap.

1    2,    4,   1| chaque arbre semblaient des fosses. Le jour, c’était laid ;
2    2,    8,   5| doux, le soir je creuse des fosses. Telle est la vie, campagnard.~ ~ ~ ~
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