albert camus
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Look at this imposter, Hold them up high, In such regard, In such might, I must reply, What kind of history would they hide? An imposter so high, So kind and bright, Hopefully not shy, Can we reserve the honour of the night?Or will they flee the t
Beating down bright upon me—oppressively, oh, the brute Insouciance all-encompassing within and around