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| An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels | | An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels |
| And you sustain me
| | And you sustain me |
| Let them tremble a long while all these lamps | | Let them tremble a long while all these lamps |
| Pray pray for me
| | Pray pray for me |
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| The city’s metallic and it’s the only star | | The city’s metallic and it’s the only star |
| Drowned in your blue eyes
| | Drowned in your blue eyes |
| When the tramways run spurting pale fire | | When the tramways run spurting pale fire |
| Over the twittering birds
| | Over the twittering birds |
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| And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams | | And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams |
| That a lonely man drinks
| | That a lonely man drinks |
| Under flames of gas red like a false dawn | | Under flames of gas red like a false dawn |
| O clothed your arm is lifted
| | O clothed your arm is lifted |
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| See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners | | See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners |
| A phantom has committed suicide
| | A phantom has committed suicide |
| The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots | | The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots |
| Let us play this love out then to the end
| | Let us play this love out then to the end |
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| Bells with clear chimes announce your birth | | Bells with clear chimes announce your birth |
| See
| | See |
| The streets are garlanded and the palms advance | | The streets are garlanded and the palms advance |
| Towards thee
| | Towards thee |
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One Evening
One Evening
Alcools: Un soir
Anonyme
Translation A.S. Kline
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
And you sustain me
Let them tremble a long while all these lamps
Pray pray for me
The city’s metallic and it’s the only star
Drowned in your blue eyes
When the tramways run spurting pale fire
Over the twittering birds
And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams
That a lonely man drinks
Under flames of gas red like a false dawn
O clothed your arm is lifted
See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners
A phantom has committed suicide
The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots
Let us play this love out then to the end
Bells with clear chimes announce your birth
See
The streets are garlanded and the palms advance
Towards thee