Who knew when the rain started,
When the midnight stars parted
To let the moonlight beam through?
I know I did; maybe you
Still stalked the rain-slick terrace
In the middle of Paris
Until the oui hours of day,
You and I two pillars of clay
Shining in the clouds’ shadow,
So resplendent though sad, so
Mired to the meaning of we
We could barely see to see.
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