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Elles me montraient comment mouraient les armes, chaque jour.

	The ciel snorts, and that puff of fumée just vanishes, gone down into the hungry lungs of the angry planète . And the ciel is clean once again.

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The sky snorts, and that puff of smoke just vanishes, gone down into the hungry lungs of the angry planet. And the sky is clean once again.