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He's yonder on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix	A
The little wizened Spanish man I see him every day	B
He's sitting with his Pernod on his customary chair	C
He's staring at the passers with his customary stare	C
He never takes his piercing eyes from off that moving throng	D
That current cosmopolitan meandering along	D
Dark diplomats from Martinique pale Rastas from Peru	E
An Englishman from Bloomsbury a Yank from Kalamazoo	E
A poet from Montmartre's heights a dapper little Jap	F
Exotic citizens of all the countries on the map	F
A tourist horde from every land that's underneath the sun	G
That little wizened Spanish man he misses never one	G
Oh foul or fair he's always there and many a drink he buys	A
And there's a fire of red desire within his hollow eyes	A
And sipping of my Pernod and a knowing what I know	H
Sometimes I want to shriek aloud and give away the show	H
I've lost my nerve he's haunting me he's like a beast of prey	B
That Spanish man that's watching at the Cafe de la Paix	A
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Say Listen and I'll tell you all the day was growing dim	I
And I was with my Pernod at the table next to him	I
And he was sitting soberly as if he were asleep	J
When suddenly he seemed to tense like tiger for a leap	J
And then he swung around to me his hand went to his hip	K
My heart was beating like a gong my arm was in his grip	K
His eyes were glaring into mine aye though I shrank with fear	L
His fetid breath was on my face his voice was in my ear	M
Excuse my brusquerie he hissed but sir do you suppose	A
That portly man who passed us had a wen upon his nose	A
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And then at last it dawned on me the fellow must be mad	N
And when I soothingly replied I do not think he had	N
The little wizened Spanish man subsided in his chair	C
And shrouded in his raven cloak resumed his owlish stare	C
But when I tried to slip away he turned and glared at me	O
And oh that fishlike face of his was sinister to see	O
Forgive me if I startled you of course you think I'm queer	L
No doubt you wonder who I am so solitary here	M
You question why the passers by I piercingly review	E
Well listen my bibacious friend I'll tell my tale to you	E
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It happened twenty years ago and in another land	P
A maiden young and beautiful two suitors for her hand	P
My rival was the lucky one I vowed I would repay	B
Revenge has mellowed in my heart it's rotten ripe to day	B
My happy rival skipped away vamoosed he left no trace	A
And so I'm waiting waiting here to meet him face to face	A
For has it not been ever said that all the world one day	B
Will pass in pilgrimage before the Cafe de la Paix	A
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But sir I made remonstrance if it's twenty years ago	H
You'd scarcely recognize him now he must have altered so	H
The little wizened Spanish man he laughed a hideous laugh	Q
And from his cloak he quickly drew a faded photograph	Q
You're right said he but there are traits oh this you must allow	R
That never change Lopez was fat he must be fatter now	R
His paunch is senatorial he cannot see his toes	A
I'm sure of it and then behold that wen upon his nose	A
I'm looking for a man like that I'll wait and wait until	S
What will you do I sharply cried he answered me Why kill	S
He robbed me of my happiness nay stranger do not start	T
I'll firmly and politely put a bullet in his heart	T
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And then that little Spanish man with big cigar alight	U
Uprose and shook my trembling hand and vanished in the night	U
And I went home and thought of him and had a dreadful dream	V
Of portly men with each a wen and woke up with a scream	V
And sure enough next morning as I prowled the Boulevard	W
A portly man with wenny nose roamed into my regard	W
Then like a flash I ran to him and clutched him by the arm	X
Oh sir said I I do not wish to see you come to harm	X
But if your life you value aught I beg entreat and pray	B
Don't pass before the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix	A
That portly man he looked at me with such a startled air	C
Then bolted like a rabbit down the rue Michaudi egrave re	B
Ha ha I've saved a life I thought and laughed in my relief	Y
And straightway joined the Spanish man o'er his ap eacute ritif	Y
And thus each day I dodged about and kept the strictest guard	W
For portly men with each a wen upon the Boulevard	W
And then I hailed my Spanish pal and sitting in the sun	G
We ordered many Pernods and we drank them every one	G
And sternly he would stare and stare until my hand would shake	Z
And grimly he would glare and glare until my heart would quake	Z
And I would say Alphonso lad I must expostulate	W
Why keep alive for twenty years the furnace of your hate	W
Perhaps his wedded life was hell and you at least are free	O
That's where you've got it wrong he snarled the fool she took was me	O
My rival sneaked threw up the sponge betrayed himself a churl	S
'Twas he who got the happiness I only got the girl	S
With that he looked so devil like he made me creep and shrink	A2
And there was nothing else to do but buy another drink	A2
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Now yonder like a blot of ink he sits across the way	B
Upon the smiling terrace of the Cafe de la Paix	A
That little wizened Spanish man his face is ghastly white	W
His eyes are staring staring like a tiger's in the night	W
I know within his evil heart the fires of hate are fanned	W
I know his automatic's ready waiting to his hand	W
I know a tragedy is near I dread I have no peace	A
Oh don't you think I ought to go and call upon the police	A
Look there he's rising up my God	W
He leaps from out his place	A
Yon millionaire from Argentine the two are face to face	A
A shot A shriek A heavy fall A huddled heap Oh see	A
The little wizened Spanish man is dancing in his glee	A
I'm sick I'm faint I'm going mad	W
Oh please take me away	B
There's BLOOD upon the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix	A

Robert William Service

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