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Marichat lis au
She marches in the streets, her voice a sounding bell as red, white, and blue spring forth and attack.
His father is behind the barricade, behind old institutions, behind old ways.
His love stands besides him, willingly and unknowingly, defending the regime she hates most.
(But he loves her more than France, he loves her more than the crown that rests above his head, he loves her, he loves her
even at the cost of his own head).