One can say nothing
Nothing of what is happening
But one changes Sector
Ah! lost traveler
No letters
But hope
But a newspaper
The antique sword of Rude’s La Marseillaise
Has turned into a constellation
It fights for us in the sky
But that means above all
That one must be of this time
No antique sword
No Sword
But Hope
Guillaume Apollinaire
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