| 1 | It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. | |
| 2 | A kind of secret song is born of this indifference. | |
| 3 | And listen,' she continued provokingly, commencing a verse of an old ballad in the same fashion. | |
| 4 | On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song. | |
| 5 | And the songs of every poet past and forever. |
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