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Fugitives, Paris 1632
we stood
were well
you pushed
I fell
they came
I hid
she ran
I did
they chased
I stopped
she turned
I dropped
they shot
I died
she fled
I sighed
they went
her too
I died
for you
.. I died
.. for you
you used
me too
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Clive Culverhouse
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