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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!

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}

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;