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There's a note |
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That the world plays out of tune |
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Some silver afternoon |
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And you see the sunlight dying on the lawn |
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Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine |
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Such an in- such an insubstantial day |
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Sometimes in a lonely alleyway |
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Everything cracks like porcelain |
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Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine |
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Such an in- such an insubstantial day |
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All the empty sidewalks in the street |
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All the voices in the fields |
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What if they're real? |
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Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine |
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Such an in- such an insubstantial day |
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All the empty sidewalks in the street |
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All the voices in the fields |
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What if they're real? |