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Prison (Le ciel est par-dessus le toit)
The sky above the roof –
So blue, so calm!
A tree, above the roof,
Waves its crown.
The bell, in the sky that you see,
Gently rings.
A bird, on the tree that you see,
Plaintively sings.
My God, my God, life is there,
Simple and serene.
That peaceful murmur there
Comes from the town.
O you, what have you done,
Weeping without end,
Say, what have you done
With your young life?
Paul Verlaine
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