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You aren't nature,
You crawl like the streets,
rough, wandering.
You are never peaceful,
you run after reality.
I want to believe in the face
that I saw behind the crowds,
it can resist. 
Be the sea, Olympus,
the mountain or the ocean.
Turn your back to the city
that you blindly compose.
Traduction - Paul Laborde
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