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Among the weak we still believe in it... In the rise of simple exchange, in the intention of pure gesture But you have to believe that it bothers, or that we have wrongly lost ourselves We cultivate distance Failing to foster trust To believe that we got lost in this maze of feelings This carnival of a priori And we will say to ourselves a posteriori, that it was undoubtedly possible Backs turned, eyes falling Into closed mouths...into closed mouths