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The Nakedness Of Truth (i Know It Well)

Paul Eluard

Despair has no wings,
Nor has love,
No countenance:
They do not speak.
I do not stir,
I do not behold them,
I do not speak to them,
But I am as real as my love and my despair.

(C) Paul Eluard
03/14/2017


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