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In the Valley of the Vire / Still is seen an ancient mill, / With its gables quaint and queer, / And beneath the window-sill, / On the stone, / These words alone: / "Oliver Basselin lived here."
Far above it, on the steep, / Ruined stands the old Chateau; / Nothing but the donjon-keep / Left for shelter or for show. / Its vacant eyes / Stare at the skies, / Stare at the valley green and deep.