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In the Sante

Guillaume Apollinaire - France

 

　

I

Before I got into my cell

I had to strip my body bare

I heard an ominous voice say Well

Guillaume what are you doing here

　

Lazarus steps into the ground

Not out of it as he was bid

Adieu Adieu O singing round

Of years and girls the life I led

　

II

I'm no longer myself in here

I know

I'm number fifteen in the eleventh

Row

　

The sunlight filters downward through

The panes

And on these lines bright clowns alight

Like stains

 

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