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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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The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.