Ataraxia aigues mortes

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Eternal absence,
The unusual mystery,
ritual, the cold with
its false silences,
a thousand sepulchers to dispuatre,
Aigues Mortes, Aigues Mortes .
Sterile solitude of sorrows, parades
nocturnal and sad I wander, empty
nenie and I die, a thousand sepulchres
to dispuatre, Aigues Mortes,
Aigues Mortes .

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