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The Beloved

She is standing on my

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my

Like a stone against the sky.

Her eyes are always

And will not let me sleep.

Her dreams in broad

Make the suns

Make me laugh, cry and laugh,

Speak with nothing to say

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Paul Eluard

Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m…
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