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The clock reads the time
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They’re perfectly visible this evening,
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If I were born in Chartres
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Starting here, what do you want to remember?
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Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
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even the night / was warm and elastic, nothing had changed,
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I want to stand in
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Would the sky unreel, like a cord
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the wide dry field of geese,
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Is it I who have come to this age
