« Duke coats hang in their fur - while quantities we get degrees - a sound of dry illusions and regrets - like, when you climb slowly towards these doors - your mourning dress hangs out leaves. »
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Edmond Rostand
Cyrano de Bergerac |
Edmond Rostand
Cyrano de Bergerac
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« At the end of the shipment, I touch. »
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Edmond Rostand
Cyrano de Bergerac |
Edmond Rostand
Cyrano de Bergerac
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« Each of us has his injury: I have mine - always bright, she's there, this old injury - it is here, under the letter paper yellowing - where you can still see tears and blood! »
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Edmond Rostand
Cyrano de Bergerac |
Edmond Rostand
Cyrano de Bergerac
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