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    Bob, the rabbit jump above the fence        Jack, the cat hid under th
    +e porch of the red house        Rex, the dog ran after Jack        th
    +e birds fly        When the world is reduced to a single dark wood fo
    +r our two pairs of dazzled eyes        to a musical house for our cle
    +ar understanding        then I shall find you
    ...
    The taste of ashes in the air        the smell of wood sweating in the
    + hearth        steeped flowers        the devastation of paths       
    + drizzle over the canals in the fields        why not already playthi
    +ngs and incense?
    
    Arousing a pleasant taste of Chinese ink        a black powder gently 
    +rains on my night        I lower the jets of the chandelier        th
    +row myself on the bed        and turning toward thedark        I see 
    +you        O my daughters and queens!
    
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    00        Bob, the rabbit jump above the fence      Jack, the cat hid 
    +under the porch of the red house                                     
    +   Rex, the dog ran after Jack                                       
    +                                                     the birds fly   
    +                                                                     
    +                                                           When the w
    +orld is reduced to a single dark wood for our two pairs of dazzled ey
    +es                                                                   
    +                                                                     
    +to a musical house for our clear understanding                       
    +                                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +                                                          then I shal
    +l find you             {00 .. 03}
    01        When we are very strong                   who draws back?   
    +                                                                     
    +   very happy                                                        
    +                                                     who collapses fr
    +om ridicule                                                          
    +                                                           When we ar
    +e very bad                                                           
    +                                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +what can they do to us.                                              
    +                                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +                       {00 .. 03}
    02        The taste of ashes in the air             the smell of wood 
    +sweating in the hearth                                               
    +   steeped flowers                                                   
    +                                                     the devastation 
    +of paths                                                             
    +                                                           drizzle ov
    +er the canals in the fields                                          
    +                                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +why not already playthings and incense?                              
    +                                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +                       {00 .. 03}
    03        Arousing a pleasant taste of Chinese ink  a black powder gen
    +tly rains on my night                                                
    +   I lower the jets of the chandelier                                
    +                                                     throw myself on 
    +the bed                                                              
    +                                                           and turnin
    +g toward thedark                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +I see you                                                            
    +                                                                     
    +                                                                     
    +                                                          O my daught
    +ers and queens!        {00 .. 03}
    
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    die "usage format-pre-post-nbr-SPACE.pl <INPUT_FILE> <OUTPUT_FILE> <NU
    +MBER_OF_0\'s_IN_NUMBERS> <STARTING_NUMBER> <NUMBER_OF_SPACES_BETWEEN_
    +NUMBER_AND_LINE>\n" if $#ARGV < 4;
    
    ...
        }
    }
    close F0;close F1;