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Paul Verlaine
There's a noteThat the world plays out of tuneSome silver afternoonAnd you see the sunlight dying on the lawnPaul Verlaine, Paul VerlaineSuch an in- such an insubstantial daySometimes in a lonely alleywayEverything cracks like porcelainPaul Verlaine, Paul VerlaineSuch an in- such an insubstantial dayAll the empty sidewalks in the streetAll the voices in the fieldsWhat if they're real?Paul Verlaine, Paul VerlaineSuch an in- such an insubstantial dayAll the empty sidewalks in the streetAll the voices in the fieldsWhat if they're real?
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