(Verlaine)
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Watching the curtains tremble,
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Time trickling away,
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On a bright and freezing afternoon.
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I remember oh so well
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The sweetness in your voice,
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When you said I belong to you,
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Honey I do.
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You know I gotta say to myself,
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"O foolish heart, silly thing,
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You hear any old tune and you sing,
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You sing..."
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Seasons pass...
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It's so quiet, I hear the raindrops
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Splashing on the leaves
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Somehow it brings your face to mine.
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And the tapping of a branch
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On my window pane,
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Somehow it's ravaging my sense of time,
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My sense of time...
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I gotta say to myself,
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"O foolish heart, silly thing,
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You hear any old tune and you sing,
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You sing..."
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I say to myself,
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"O foolish heart, crazy thing,
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You hear any old tune and you sing,
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You sing..."
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My foolish heart
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You know I tell myself,
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"O foolish heart, silly thing,
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You hear any old tune and you sing,
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You sing..."
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I say to myself,
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"O foolish heart, crazy thing,
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You hear any old tune and you sing,
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You sing..."
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O Foolish Heart
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| Tom Verlaine |
