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| je suis autre... | In vain your image comes to meet me
and does not enter me where I am who only shows it
turning towards me you can find
on the wall of my gaze only your dreamt of shadow
I am that wretch comparable with mirrors
that can reflect but cannot see
like them my eye is empty and like them inhabited
by your absence which makes them blind
(Louis Aragon, Contre-chant) |
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