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 The Absence by Paul Eluard 
						I speak to you across citiesI speak to you across plains
 
 My mouth is upon your pillow
 
 Both faces of the walls come meeting
 My voice discovering you
 
 I speak to you of eternity
 
 O cities memories of cities
 Cities wrapped in our desires
 Cities come early cities come lately
 Cities strong and cities secret
 Plundered of their master's builders
 All their thinkers all their ghosts
 
 Fields pattern of emerald
 Bright living surviving
 The harvest of the sky over our earth
 Feeds my voice I dream and weep
 I laugh and dream among the flames
 Among the clusters of the sun
 
 And over my body your body spreads
 The sheet of it's bright mirror.
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