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By Marcel Proust
Translated by シビル ちゃん

So weary of having suffered, more weary of having loved
Life having charmed me of its distances
Strengthens around me its uniform grip
And my dreams feeling its firm horizon
Melancholically curled up and were surprised
Who knows on hearing the autumn so touching
Whether it stifled a sob or held back a song
As serious as the hour, and like her, equivocal
My heart without knowing it had turned.