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Victor HUGO ! (1802-1885)
Tomorrow, at dawn....
Tomorrow, at dawn, at the time when the countryside is clear, I will leave
. You see, I know you're waiting.
I'll go through the forest, I'll go through the mountains.
I can no longer stay away from you.
I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Without seeing anything outside, without hearing any noise,
Alone, unknown, bent back, crossed hands,
Sad, and the day for me will be like the night.
I will not look at the falling evening gold, nor
at the sails in the distance going down to Harfleur, and
when I come, I will put on your grave a bouquet
of green holly and heather in bloom.
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