The long sobs
Of the violins
Of autumn
Wound my heart
With a monotonous
Languor.
All suffocating
And pale, when
The hour sounds,
I remember
The old days
And I weep.
And I go away
Into the ill wind
That carries me off
Hither, thither,
Like a
Dead leaf.
Paul Verlaine
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