Ballade At Thirty-Five
Carla Bruni"Ballade At Thirty-Five" is a song by Carla Bruni, released in 2007 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:35 long and contains 36 lines and 215 words.
0:04This no song of ingenue
0:07This no ballad of innocence
0:11This the rhyme of a lady who
0:15Followed ever her natural bents
0:18This a solo of sapience
0:22This a chantey of sophistry
0:26This the sum of experiments
0:29I loved them 'til they loved me
0:33I loved them 'til they loved me
0:36I loved them 'til they loved me
0:47Decked in garments of sable hue
0:51Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents
0:54Wearing shower bouquets of rue
0:58Walk I ever in penitence
1:01Oft I roam as my heart repents
1:05Through God's acres of memory
1:09Marking stones in my reverence
1:12I loved them 'til they loved me
1:16I loved them 'til they loved me
1:19I loved them 'til they loved me
1:29Pictures pass me in long review
1:33Marching columns of dead events
1:37I was tender and often true
1:40Ever a prey to coincidence
1:45Always knew I the consequence
1:48Always saw what the end would be
1:52We're as nature has made us hence
1:55I loved them 'til they loved me
1:59I loved them 'til they loved me
2:02I loved them 'til they loved me
2:13Princes never I'd give offense
2:17Won't you think of me tenderly
2:20You're my strength and my weakness gents
2:27This no song of ingenue
2:31This no ballad of innocence
2:35This the rhyme of a lady who
This no song of ingenue This no ballad of innocence This the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever her natural bents This a solo of sapience This a chantey of sophistry This the sum of experiments I loved them 'til they loved me I loved them 'til they loved me I loved them 'til 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 acres of memory Marking stones in my reverence I loved them 'til they loved me I loved them 'til they loved me I loved them 'til 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 'til they loved me I loved them 'til they loved me I loved them 'til they loved me Princes never I'd give offense Won't you think of me tenderly You're my strength and my weakness gents This no song of ingenue This no ballad of innocence This the rhyme of a lady who
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