And you know why
Why the dear grass snake coils from the sea
up to the tender hope of the East
Barbed hexahedrons but a secret blue hills on sentry duty
in the Forest where we sing
Malourène 75 Canteraine
O sheaves of the 305 in rout
Guillaume Apollinaire
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