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Deep in the tortuous folds of ancient towns,
Where all, even horror, to enchantment turns,
I watch, obedient to my fatal mood,
For the decrepit, strange and charming beings,
The dislocated monsters that of old
Were lovely women-Lais or Eponine!
Hunchbacked and broken, crooked though they be,
Let us still love them, for they sti
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