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After years of
During which the world was transparent as a
Was it cooing about something else?
After having vied with returned favours squandered
More than a red lip with a red
And more than a white leg with a white
Where then do we think we are?
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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