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on the way to Kolkata,
travel back in time,
past remorse, pain, grief and crime,
to love and joy,
then take them back to France
without giving India a chance?
Back there, did you
take up with a femme exotique
to make 'Paris, Queen of the Tropics'
one of poetry's favorite topics?
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62: Moesta et errabunda
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