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> *Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves,\
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> Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant.*
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> Unreal city, city full of dreams,\
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> Where ghosts in broad daylight cling to passsers-by.
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> — Charles Baudelaire, via T.S. Eliot
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