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I	A
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Before I got into my cell	B
I had to strip my body bare	C
I heard an ominous voice say Well	B
Guillaume what are you doing here	D
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Lazarus steps into the ground	E
Not out of it as he was bid	F
Adieu Adieu O singing round	E
Of years and girls the life I led	G
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II	A
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I'm no longer myself in here	D
I know	H
I'm number fifteen in the eleventh	I
Row	H
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The sunlight filters downward through	J
The panes	K
And on these lines bright clowns alight	L
Like stains	K
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They dance under my eyes while my	A
Ears follow	H
The feet of one whose feet above	M
Sound hollow	H
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III	A
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In a bear pit like a bear	C
Every morning round I tramp	N
Round and round and round and round	E
The sky is like an iron clamp	N
In a bear pit like a bear	C
Every morning round I tramp	N
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In the next cell at the sink	O
Someone lets the water run	P
With his bunch of keys that clink	O
Let the goaler go and come	Q
In the next cell at the sink	O
Someone lets the water run	P
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IV	M
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How bored I am between bare wall and wall	R
Whose colour pales and pines	S
A fly on the paper with extremely small	R
Steps runs across these lines	S
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What will become of me O God Who know	H
My pain Who gave it me	T
Have pity on my dry eyes and my pallor	C
My chair which creaks and is not free	C
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And all these poor hearts beating in this prison	P
And Love beside me seated	U
Pity above all my unstable reason	P
And this despair which threatens to defeat it	V
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V	C
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How long these hours take to go	H
As long as a whole funeral	W
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You'll mourn the time you mourned you know	H
It will be gone too soon like all	R
Time past	X
too fast too long ago	H
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VI	M
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I hear the noises of the city	C
In the turning world beyond me	C
I see a sky which has no pity	C
And bare prison walls around me	C
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The daylight disappears and now	Y
A lamp is lit within the prison	P
We're all alone here in my cell	B
Beautiful light Beloved reason	P

Guillaume Apollinaire

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