The Clientele - Paul Verlaine
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There’s a note
That the world plays out of tune
Some silver afternoon
And you see the sunlight dying on the lawn

Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
Sometimes in a lonely alleyway
Everything cracks like porcelain

Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
All the empty sidewalks in the street
All the voices in the fields
What if they’re real?

Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine
Such an in- such an insubstantial day
All the empty sidewalks in the street
All the voices in the fields
What if they’re real?