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On the threads of the rain
the Thursday angels
play all day upon the harp.

And beneath their fingers, Mozart
tinkles deliciously
in drops of blue joy.

For it is always Mozart
that is repeated endlessly
by the angel musicians,

Who, all day Thursday,
sing on their harps
the sweetness of the rain.

-- Francis Poulenc, "Les anges musiciens"

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