“Chanson d’automne” (“Autumn Song”)
by Paul Verlaine
The long sobsOf the violinsOf AutumnWound my heartWith a monotonousLanguor. All chokedAnd pale, whenThe hour chimes,I rememberDays of oldAnd I cry And I’m goingOn an ill windThat carries meHere and there,As if aDead leaf. How do you pass gloomy, rainy autumn day?
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