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This is a beautiful little poem by the poet Paul Verlaine. An offering for poem in your pocket day. I am on European time so not very awake, but awake enough to send this along with a welcoming to new subscribers and all good wishes to all.

 TEARS FLOW IN MY HEART . 11 pleure dans mon coeur . , . Tears flow in my heart As rain falls on the town; What languor is this That creeps into my heart? Gentle sound of the rain On earth and roofsl For an aching heart Is the song of the rain! Tears flow senseless In this breaking heart. With no betrayal? This grief is senseless. This is the worst sorrow Not to know why. Without love or hate, My heart has all this sorrow. translated by. MURIEL KITTEL 

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