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Let us go then, you and I, While the trees hold up the sky Like green cards propped up by meek brown hands, Let us shove our bodies through figures half awake.
  This is the dead land             We live as we dream--alone...   We are the fighters. We are the lonely ones. Our mission binds us together,
L'amour est quelque chose qui ne devrait pas être imposée à d'autres Let us go, you and I, When the stars are in the sky Like a painting by Van Gogh; Let us walk the city streets,
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