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I have an easy beauty one that is happy.
I glide on the surface of winds.
I glide on the surface of seasI have grown sentimentalI no longer know the guideI no longer move silk over iceI am diseased flowers and stonesI love the most chinese of nudesI love the most naked lapses of wingsI am old but here I am
And the shadow that flows from the deep
Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
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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