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She spent the night on a dock by the Seine, and the night air, filled with love, snatched her soul.
And carried it to heaven!
He walked through the Latin Quarter, clutching the ornament the slain woman had given him, bearing the image of
the Virgin Mary.
In the Latin Quarter, they still sing and dance, and the girls still frolic.
And they cry out the cries of a restless body.
The Latin Quarter doesn’t weep for the dead, but sings to them!
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