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Chanson d'automne
​
The long sobs
Of violins
Of autumn
wound my heart
With a monotonous
Languor
All breathless
And pale, when
The hour sounds,
I remember
The old days
And I cry;
And I go
In the ill wind
That carries me
Here, there
Like the
Dead leaf.
​
` Paul Verlaine
On that first day we met,
I called to you and you answered me. What did we say?
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