esem, ma vie.
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Rose, my friend.

T'was early in the morn'
The rose told me that we
Are not that much you see:
«I was born in the dew
In dawn the sun rose new
I blossomed happily, in love with my own me
In the twilight I did
Shun for the night my seeds
Woke up an old lassy.
Thou I was much pretty,
For sure the most jolie flower in your garden.»

T'was early in the morn'
The rose told me that we
Are not that much you see:
«See the god who made me,
Make me bow to his knees
I feel just like falling, I feel I am falling
My heart is wide opened
My foot is in the grave
My being is not here.
I once was your dream
Will go dust in no scream, tomorrow and ever.»

T'was early in the morn'
The rose told me that we
Are not that much you see:
«Only the moon that night,
Watched over the rose, while,
In my dreams I could see, in overwhelming shine,
Her soul gleaming and bright, and dancing in the wild,
Smiling at me her life.
Believe if you can, do,
For sure I do need to,
Or my being is naught.»

T'was early in the morn'
The rose told me that we
Are not that much you see:
«See the god who made me,
Make me bow to his knees
I feel just like falling, I feel I am falling
My heart is wide opened
My foot is in the grave
My being is not here.
Believe if you can, do,
For sure I do need to,
Or my being is naught.»

T'was early in the morn'
The rose told me that we
Are not that much you see.