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I walk alone absorbed in my fantastic play
Fencing with rhymes which parrying nimbly back away
Tripping on words as on rough paving in the street
Or bumping into verses I long had dreamed to meet.
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Il tait tard ainsi quune mdaille neuve
La pleine lune stalait
Et la solennit de la nuit comme un fleuve
Sur Paris dormant ruisselait.
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