Ballade At Thirty Five
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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 Gods 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.
Were as Nature has made us -- hence
I loved them until they loved me.
I loved them until they loved me.
I loved them until they loved me.
Princes, never Id give offense,
Wont you think of me tenderly?
Heres my strength and my weakness, gents -
This, no song of ingénue,
This, no ballad of innocence;
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Ballade At Thirty Five
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编辑于2008/05/24更新

Ballade歌词

Gae Bolg and the Chu

简介：

[ti:Ballade At Thirty Five]
[ar:Carla Bruni]
[al:No Promises]
[by:永遠最愛荷荷的Sn.]
[offset:500]
[02:43.80][00:00.00]Ballade At Thirty Five
[02:53.99][00:03.00]№№
[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 Gods 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]Were 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 Id give offense,
[02:16.38]Wont you think of me tenderly?
[02:19.71]Heres my strength and my weakness, gents -
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