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Chanson d'automne

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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.

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` Paul Verlaine

On that first day we met,

I called to you and you answered me. What did we say?

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