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	<title>Comments on: Oscar Wilde, Pere Lachaise, Paris</title>
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		<title>By: Karen Olsen</title>
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		<description>I visited Oscar&#039;s tomb in Paris just after Easter weekend in April 2006.  It was kind of like a pilgrimage for me, something I&#039;d wanted to do for more than 20 years.  It was intensely moving to finally be there.  I left the lyrics of a song I wrote for him, as well as a greeting card and postcard from my hometown of Seattle, WA, and a few polished pieces of amethyst and rose quartz in a drawstring bag.  I also sang the song I&#039;d written for him in 1992, crouching in back and singing in almost a whisper (it&#039;s a very popular gravesite for visitors).  The back of the tomb was relatively clean, but there is the problem of lipstick kisses all over the front, as well as the statue&#039;s legs being quite corroded from the elements.  I hated to leave the place, and plan to return ASAP...</description>
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