It weeps within my heart

Just as the rain falls upon the city;

What is this languor

That pierces my heart?

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O gentle sound of the rain

On the ground and upon the rooftops!

For a heart that yearns,

O the song of the rain!

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It weeps for no reason

In this heart that is sickened.

What! No betrayal?…

This grief is without cause.

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It is indeed the worst sorrow

Not to know why,

Without love and without hate,

My heart is in such pain!

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Poem by Paul Verlaine