Your world is yours not mine, Quidam. Your dreams are yours. You may have touched the stars but they weren't moved. And if you reach for me I may not choose to hold your hand. I might smile or I might turn away. An ordinary man, Quidam. I'm everyman. I'm anyman. Quidam, Quidam la nuit recule. D'un r
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