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The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well)

Written by: Paul Eluard | Biography
 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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