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Stand up with me.
No one would like more than I to stay on the pillow where your eyelids try to shut out the world for me.
There too I would like to let my blood sleep surrounding your sweetness.
But stand up, you, stand up, but stand up with me and let us go off together to fight face to face against the devil's webs, against the system that distributes hunger, against organized misery.
Let's go, and you, my star, next to me, newborn from my own clay, you will have found the hidden spring and in the midst of the fire you will be next to me, with your wild eyes, raising my flag.