Tuesday, November 10, 2009

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Don't you just hate it when you're trying to forget something or someone. In the end it comes back stronger than ever. =__='

Ainsi qu'on voit des blés
les épis onduler
Sous la brise légère,
Ainsi frémit mon coeur,
prêt à se consoler,
A ta voix qui m'est chère!
La flèche est moins rapide
à porter le trépas,
Que ne l'est ton amante
à voler dans tes bras!

2 comments:

  1. heres the meaning ;)

    Like one sees the blades
    of wheat that wave
    in the light wind,
    So trembles my heart,
    Ready to be consoled,
    by your voice that is so dear to me!
    The arrow is less rapid
    in bringing death,
    than is your lover
    to fly into your arms!

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