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Oh! you understand

that if I consent

to live — to seem

to forget you —

it is to

feed my pain

— and so that this apparent


can spring forth more

horribly in tears, at

some random

moment, in

the middle of this

life, when you

appear to me.

from A Tomb For Anatole, Stéphane Mallarmé

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