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A woman
To you these verses by
Consoling grace Of your great eyes that laughed and cried a sweet dream, By your pure soul and good to you
These verses from the depths of my distress violent.
Is alas! The hideous nightmare that haunts me
Has no truce and goes mad, mad, jealous, Multiplying like a procession of wolves
And hanging himself after he bloodied my fate!
Oh! I suffer, I suffer terribly, so
That first wail of the first man
Expelled from Eden is a eulogy to the price of mine!
And the concerns you may have are as
Swallows…
Paul Verlaine.
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