Show me the way of the desires, show me the way of the ghost, of the
past, show me the way of the pilgrims, the Wandering Jew, the
path of errancy, and loneliness, show it to me, and i'll show
you me, my dewy breakfasts, patiently lost highway in heaven,
near the light which alights meanwhile it burns.
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Où ? |
Rue Pixérécourt |
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Porté Disparu |
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