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| Curtains drawn back from balconies of shores |
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| Along a twilighted sky |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| We wanted to bleed the Silence |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| Ah! storm clouds rushed from the Channel coasts |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| Her handkerchief swept me along the Rhine |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| And, with my eyes bolting towards the Unconscious |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| Crying to the walls: My God! My God! will she relent? |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| All these confessions... |
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| Ah! this Life is so everyday |
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| All the benches are wet, the woods are so rusty |
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| And I am alone in my house |
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| I'll take my life monotonous |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| My life inspires so many desires! |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| She fled along the avenue |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| Oh! if one of Them, some fine evening, would try |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| Thus she would come, escaped, half-dead to my door |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| Making circles on park lagoons |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| I've only the friendship of hotel rooms |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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| She'll have forgotten her scarf |
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| You'll be sick if you spend all
your time indoors. |
| Patrick Caulfield |
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