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Eluard,
Paul
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The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well)
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Written by:
Paul
Eluard
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Despair has no wings,
Nor has love,
No countenance:
They do not speak.
I do not stir,
I do not behold them,
I do not speak to them,
But I am as real as my love and my despair.
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