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 (Hair to the waist,

Limbs like a Venus):

Robes are displaced:

"Soldiers, please screen us!

"He at the front?

That is my lover:

Stood all the brunt;—

Now—the fight's over.

"Powder and bread

Gave out together:

Droll to be dead

In this bright weather!

"Jean, boy, we might

Have married in June!

This is the wall? Right!

VIVE LA COMMUNE!"

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