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- La voix douce
- A rat crept softly through the vegetation/ Dragging its slimy belly on the bank/ While I was fishing in the dull canal/ On a winter evening round behind the gashouse/ Musing upon the king my brother's wreck/ And on the king my father's death before him.
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don't you look special? :-D
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