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Ballade At Thirty-Five This, no song of ingénue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever the natural bents. This, a solo of sapience, This, a chantey of sophistry, This, the sum of experiments, I loved them until they loved me. I loved them until they loved me. I loved them until they loved me. Decked in garments of sable hue, Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents, Wearing shower bouquets of rue, Walk I ever in penitence. Oft I roam, as my heart repents, Through God''''s acre of memory, Marking stones, in my reverence, I loved them until they loved me. I loved them until they loved me. I loved them until they loved me. Pictures pass me in long review, Marching columns of dead events. I was tender, and, often, true; Ever a prey to coincidence. Always knew I the consequence; Always saw what the end would be. We''''re as Nature has made us -- hence I loved them until they loved me.[02:12.80 I loved them until they loved me.[02:12.80 I loved them until they loved me.[02:12.80 Won''''t you think of me tenderly? Here''''s my strength and my weakness, gents This, no song of ingénue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who
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[02:27.48][00:04.17]This, no song of ingénue,
[02:30.86][00:07.36]This, no ballad of innocence; [02:34.65][00:10.96]This, the rhyme of a lady who [00:14.46]Followed ever the natural bents. [00:18.22]This, a solo of sapience, [00:22.08]This, a chantey of sophistry, [00:25.60]This, the sum of experiments, [00:36.59][00:33.23][00:28.94]I loved them until they loved me. [00:47.27]Decked in garments of sable hue, [00:50.40]Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents, [00:54.31]Wearing shower bouquets of rue, [00:57.77]Walk I ever in penitence. [01:01.53]Oft I roam, as my heart repents, [01:04.91]Through God''''s acre of memory, [01:08.55]Marking stones, in my reverence, [01:19.76][01:16.03][01:11.92]I loved them until they loved me. [01:29.66]Pictures pass me in long review, [01:33.17]Marching columns of dead events. [01:36.44]I was tender, and, often, true; [01:40.17]Ever a prey to coincidence. [01:44.16]Always knew I the consequence; [01:47.92]Always saw what the end would be. [01:51.50]We''''re as Nature has made us -- hence [02:02.16][01:58.84][01:55.11]I loved them until they loved me.[02:12.80]Princes, never I''''d give offense, [02:16.38]Won''''t you think of me tenderly? [02:19.71]Here''''s my strength and my weakness, gents |