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Go home, people of Paris, Shut yourselves in your lodgings; Let all noise cease, Leave these places, For now is the time, The time of curfew.

I've slept well! I've gone Far, far from here! Here I am again, And Mama too. My God, thank you.

Here is the dawn, The night is fleeing; The sky turns golden, The sun is shining.