| Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation
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| And devouring famine restores the new order
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| By contamination and incubation
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| Unity restored in imperious necessity
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| What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky!
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| L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule ame serait un danger pour l’Harmonie
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| Éternelle.
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| I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughter’s and moans
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| Are of the same essence as the fervor of a Saint
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| It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream
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| Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself
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| Rejoice, for tonight it is an eerie birth that we celebrate!
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| And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land
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| The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders
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| Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness
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| Laden like a luminous storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged
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| A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe
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| Desolation spreads in chaotic convulsions |