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|After Paul VerlaineIV|
The sky is up above the roof|
So blue, so soft!
A tree there, up above the roof,
A bell within that sky we see,|
Chimes low and faint:
A bird upon that tree we see,
Dear God! is not the life up there,|
Simple and sweet?
How peacefully are borne up there
Sounds of the street!
What hast thou done, who comest here,|
To weep alway?
Where hast thou laid, who comest here,
Thy youth away?
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