Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine
And our loves
Must I be reminded of it
Joy always came after pain.
Let the night come, let the hour strike
The days go by and I remain
Hands in hands let us stay face to face
While under
The bridge of our arms passes
The wave so weary of eternal gazes
Let the night come, let the hour strike
The days go by and I remain
Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
How slow life is
And how violent Hope is
Let the night come, let the hour strike
The days go by and I remain
Days pass and weeks pass
Neither time past
Nor loves return
Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine
Guillaume Apollinaire
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