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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-06-08 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | Inscrit à la bibliotèque par error She will change,'I cried, "Into a withered crone" The heart in my side, That so still had lain, In noble rage replied And beat upon the bone: Uplift those eyes and throw Thoses glances unafraid: She would as bravely show Did all the fabric fade; No withered crone I saw Before the world was made. Abashed by that report, For the heart cannot lie I knelt in the dirt. And all shall bend the knee To my offended heart Until it pardon me.
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