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I saw strange bones to day in Paris town	A
Deep in the quarried dark while over head	B
The roar of glad and busy things went by	C
Over our heads	D
So many heads	D
Deep down deep down	A
Those strange old bones deep down in Paris town	A
Heads where no longer dwell	E
Yet who shall tell	E
Such thoughts as those	F
That make a rose	F
Of a maid's cheek	G
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Filling it with such bloom	H
All fearless of the unsuspected doom	H
As flood wild April with such hushing breath	I
That Death himself believes no more in Death	I
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Yea I went down	A
Out of the chestnuts and the girl filled town	A
Only a yard or two beneath the street	J
Haunted a little while by little feet	J
Going did they but know the self same way	K
As all those bones as white as the white May	K
That roofs the orchards overhead with bloom	H
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Perhaps I only dreamed	L
And yet to me it seemed	L
That those old bones talked strangely each to each	M
Chattering together in forgotten speech	M
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Speaking of Her	N
That was so very fair	O
Telling of Him	P
So strong	Q
He is a song	Q
Up there in the far day where even yet	R
Fools sing of fates and faces	S
Even fools cannot forget	R
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Faces went by as haughty as of old	T
Wearing upon their heads the unminted gold	T
That flowers in blackness only	U
And sad lips smiled softly softly	U
Knowing well it was too late	V
Even for Fate	V
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Yet one shape that I never can forget	R
Waved a wild sceptre at me ruling yet	R
An empire gone where all empires must go	W
Melting away as simply as the snow	W
Yet no one heeded the flower of his menace	X
As little heeded him as that One Face	Y
That suddenly I saw go wandering by	C
And saying as she went I still am I	C
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And the dry bones thereat	R
Rattled together laughing gossipping	W
Together in the gloom	H
That dared not sing	W
The little trivial gossip of the tomb	H
Ah just as long ago in their dry way	K
They mocked at fairy faces and strong eyes	Z
That of their foolish loving make us wise	Z
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Paris May	K

Richard Le Gallienne

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