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Let us go then, you and I,
While the trees hold up the sky
Like green cards propped up by meek brown hands,
Let us shove our bodies through figures half awake.
This is the dead land
We live as we dream--alone...
We are the fighters.
We are the lonely ones.
Our mission binds us together,
L'amour est quelque chose qui ne devrait pas être imposée à d'autres
Let us go, you and I,
When the stars are in the sky
Like a painting by Van Gogh;
Let us walk the city streets,
