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LE PIANO QUE BAISE....
The piano over which a light hand strays
Shines vaguely in the evening grey and rose,
While as with rustling of a wing that plays,
An ancient air most weak and charming flows
Discreetly and as though heart-broken goes
Throughout the boudoir where her memory stays.
Shines vaguely in the evening grey and rose,
While as with rustling of a wing that plays,
An ancient air most weak and charming flows
Discreetly and as though heart-broken goes
Throughout the boudoir where her memory stays.
What is the sudden lull so quickly born
That slowly sways my poor heart of despair?
What wouldst thou then of me, sweet song forlorn?
What wouldst thou, vague refrain so finely drawn
To die so soon towards the window-square
Half-opening upon the tiny lawn?
That slowly sways my poor heart of despair?
What wouldst thou then of me, sweet song forlorn?
What wouldst thou, vague refrain so finely drawn
To die so soon towards the window-square
Half-opening upon the tiny lawn?
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