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93 nocturnAL iMAGE night’s stillness gradually descends upon the busy theatre ramp. on top of a fiacre spends its light a gilded arc-lamp.42 deserted is the alley where low lanterns flicker. on the skies beam attic windows with a glare that makes you think of weeping eyes. BEHind SMicHoV44 They exit from their factories half dead, these men and women in the sunset red. Their brows are dull, their faces full of soot, exhausted, sweaty, destitute. Expressionless their eyes, their feet drag slowly on the dusty street. Fate marches with them on the way, a curse that blows like winds astray. ...

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