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	    La Paloma in London
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            <date>December 6, 2015</date>
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               <author>Claude McKay</author>
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	    La Paloma in London
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               <title level="m">Harlem Shadows</title>
               <pubPlace>New York</pubPlace>
               <publisher>Harcourt, Brace, and Company</publisher>
               <date when="1922">1922</date>
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	    La Paloma in London
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	           <l>About Soho we went before the light;</l>
	           <l>We went, unresting six, craving new fun,</l>
	           <l>New scenes, new raptures, for the fevered night</l>
	           <l>Of rollicking laughter, drink and song, was done.</l>
	           <l>The vault was void, but for the dawn's great star</l>
	           <l>That shed upon our path its silver flame,</l>
	           <l>When La Paloma on a low guitar</l>
	           <l>Abruptly from a darkened casement came—</l>
	           <l>Harlem! All else shut out, I saw the hall,</l>
	           <l>And you in your red shoulder sash come dancing</l>
	           <l>With Val against me languid by the wall,</l>
	           <l>Your burning coffee-colored eyes keen glancing</l>
	           <l>Aslant at mine, proud in your golden glory!</l>
	           <l>I loved you, Cuban girl, fond sweet Diory.</l>
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