(Verlaine)
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(Ah, shucks...
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I should have brought my raincoat,
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I knew I should have brought it)
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My illusions disappear
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At the very thought of you,
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Like last night's rain from the rooftops.
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Now it's August 24,
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Cool as the lining of your coat,
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I read the sign but do not stop.
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A quiet room, not long ago,
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Beneath the silent blue delivery,
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No metaphor, no memory,
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Above the hours always shining through.
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Just the sweetest...
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Just the sweetest...
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Goodness gracious, my oh my,
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I'm really off the hinges,
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Thinking of time as something tight, so tight.
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But you've made a garden from,
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A single tulip on the bed,
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I count my blessings all the night.
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A quiet room, not long ago,
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Beneath the silent blue delivery,
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No metaphor, no memory,
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Above the hours always shining through.
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Course I know that it's not wise,
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Gazing into sunlight,
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Just the things it falls upon
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But the final vision has
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Grown at least a hundred-fold,
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I see your disillusion gone
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A quiet room, not long ago,
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Beneath the silent room deliver me,
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No metaphor, no memory,
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Above the hours always shining through.
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A quiet room, not long ago,
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Beneath the silent room deliver me,
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No metaphor, no memory,
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Above the hours always shining through.
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August
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Tom Verlaine |