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He put the coffee

Into the cup

He put the milk

Into the cup of coffee

He put the sugar

Into the cafe au lait

With the little spoon

He stirred

He drank the coffee

And he replaced the cup

Without speaking to me

He lit

A cigarette

He made rings

With the smoke

He put the ashes

Into the ashtray

Without speaking to me

Without looking to me

He stood up

He put

His hat upon his head

He put

His raincoat on

Because it was raining

And he left

Without one word

And me I placed

My head in my hand

And I cried.

Jacques Prevert