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What sayst thou traveller of all thou saw'st afar	A
On every tree hangs boredom ripening to its fall	B
Didst gather it thou smoking yon thy sad cigar	A
Black casting an incongruous shadow on the wall	B
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Thine eyes are just as dead as ever they have been	C
Unchanged is thy grimace thy dolefulness is one	D
Thou mind'st one of the wan moon through the rigging seen	E
The wrinkled sea beneath the golden morning sun	D
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The ancient graveyard with new gravestones every day	F
But come regale us with appropriate detail	G
Those disillusions weeping at the fountains say	F
Those new disgusts just like their brothers littered stale	G
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Those women Say the glare the identical dismay	F
Of ugliness and evil always in all lands	H
And say Love too and Politics moreover say	F
With ink dishonored blood upon their shameless hands	H
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And then above all else neglect not to recite	I
Thy proper feats thou dragging thy simplicity	J
Wherever people love wherever people fight	I
In such a sad and foolish kind in verity	J
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Has that dull innocence been punished as it should	K
What say'st thou Man is hard but woman And thy tears	L
Who has been drinking And into what ear so good	K
Dost pour thy woes for it to pour in other ears	M
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Ah others ah thyself Gulled with such curious ease	N
That used to dream Doth not the soul with laughter fill	O
One knows not what poetic delicate decease	P
Thou sort of angel with the paralytic will	O
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But now what are thy plans thine aims Art thou of might	I
Or has long shedding tears disqualified thy heart	Q
The tree is scarcely hardy judging it at sight	I
And by thy looks no topping conqueror thou art	Q
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So awkward too With the additional offence	P
Of being now a sort of dazed idyllic bard	R
That poses in a window contemplating thence	P
The silly noon day sky with an impressed regard	R
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So totally the same in this extreme decay	F
But in thy place a being with some sense pardy	J
Would wish at least to lead the dance since he must pay	F
The fiddlers at some risk of flutt'ring passers by	S
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Canst not by rummaging within thy consciousness	P
Find some bright vice to bare as 't were a flashing sword	T
Some gay audacious vice which wield with dexterousness	P
And make to shine and shoot red lightnings Heavenward	T
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Hast one or more If more the better And plunge in	C
And bravely lay about thee indiscriminate	T
And wear that face of indolence that masks the grin	C
Of hate at once full feasted and insatiate	T
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Not well to be a dupe in this good universe	P
Where there is nothing to allure in happiness	P
Save in it wriggle aught of shameful and perverse	P
And not to be a dupe one must be merciless	P
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Ah human wisdom ah new things have claimed mine eyes	P
And of that past of weary recollection	D
Thy voice described for still more sinister advice	P
All I remember is the evil I have done	D
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In all the curious movements of my sad career	U
Of others and myself the chequered road I trod	T
Of my accounted sorrows good and evil cheer	U
I nothing have retained except the grace of God	T
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If I am punished 'tis most fit I should be so	P
Played to its end is mortal man's and woman's role	V
But steadfastly I hope I too one day shall know	P
The peace and pardon promised every Christian soul	V
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Well not to be a dupe in this world of a day	T
But not to be one in the world that hath no end	T
That which it doth behoove the soul to be and stay	T
Is merciful not merciless deluded friend	T

Paul Verlaine

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