(Verlaine)
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We shuffled our faces
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laughing like fish.
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Really flip flappin'
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We had not a wish.
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You said, "Look, the ceiling's down,"
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You said it five times
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with that beautiful frown
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Red leaves whirling
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across my lawn
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I see you weaving.
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What dost thou sew?
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You look at the floor.
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You say, "I really don't know"
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I asked my darlin'
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why she talks so slow.
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She said, "It's the mud above
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and the stars below."
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Red Leaves
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| Tom Verlaine |
