The third and last spread of the poem "Vandemierre". The last two lines sound like this:
The lights that illuminated the bridge were going out in the Seine.
The day was born among the dying stars.
I do not know which bridge we are talking about, but I, of course, directly quoted the picture of the Mirabeau Bridge from the very first issue. This is both a closed ring and a farewell theme.
The last words on the spread from the publisher: "The shadows have gone back to the past."