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EXILE.

Des voluptés intérieures Le sourire mystérieux.

A common folk I walk among; I speak dull things in their own tongue: But all the while within I hear A song I do not sing for fear— How sweet, how different a thing! And when I come where none are near I open all my heart and sing.