Then
When all our water is forever wastedBecause of motley fools it's no longer tastedAnd we can’t feed on tearsWhen the last drop is gone When all our trees are cut and all our fruits are gleanedWhen our copper skies can no longer be cleanedAnd true become our fearsWhen the last leaf is dead When...
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| Dans: | URI:https://journals.openedition.org/caliban, |
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| Format: | Article ou chapitre numérique |
| Langue: | Anglais |
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Caliban
2022
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| Accès en ligne: | Accès Université d'Orléans et IFPM Accès Université d'Orléans et IFPM |