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"The stone is completely bare. . . no name can be read there. Only, and this was many years ago already, a hand wrote in pencil these four lines, which have become illegible bit by bit beneath the rain and the dust, and which today have probably been erased:
Il dort. Quoique le sort fû pour lui bien étrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange,
La chose simplement d'elle-même arriva,
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va."