One Hundred Years of Solitude

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light in a borrowed house.
The last veterans of whom he
had word had appeared
photographed in a newspaper
with their faces shamelessly
raised beside an anonymous
president of the republic who
gave them buttons with his
likeness on them to wear in
their lapels and returned to
them a flag soiled with blood
and gunpowder so that they
could place it on their coffins.
The others, more honorable.

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