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36098	Baudelaire, Charles	The Flowers of Evil			.txt	text/plain	8038	739	90	Thou must, to earn thy daily bread, each night, The sea is thy mirror, thou regardest thy soul I am lovely, O mortals, like a dream of stone, So long thine eyes, thy smile, to me the way can tell Or like the sea-weeds 'neath the waves that float, Then the worms will gnaw deep at thy body, like Dread. And dream-like, deep within your fair eyes sink, Whose god-like look hath made thee to re-bloom? And thus thy spectre like the immortal sun, Thy thought within me glows like an incense urn. At times--thou art like those horizons divine, Like those eyes of thine does thy heart not at times fly away? does thy heart not at times fly away? Just like an angel with evil eye, Like me, art thou not an autumnal ray, Tormented like thy destiny, Like thee! How they swooned like a tremulous heart 'neath the sun,	./cache/36098.txt	./txt/36098.txt