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"Quand un salon littéraire devient un boudoir pour dames"

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ALISON

Alison
Bitweene Merch and Averil,
When spray biginnith to springe,
The litel fowl hath hire wil
On hire leod to singe.
 

Ich Libbe in love-longinge
For semlokest of alle thinge.
Heo may me blisse bringe:
Ich am un hire baundoun.
An hendy hap ich habbe yhent,
Ichoot from hevene it is me sent:
From alle wommen my love is lent,
And light, on Alisoun.

 

On hew hire heer is fair ynough,
Hire brow browne, hire ye blake;
With lossum cheere heo on me lough;
With middel smale and wel ymake.
But heo me wolle to hire take
For to been hire own make,
Longe to liven ichulle forsake,
And feye fallen adown.
An hendy hap ich habbe yhent,
Ichoot from hevene it is me sent:
From alle wommen my love is lent,
And light, on Alisoun.

 

Nightes when I wende and wake,
Forthy mine wonges waxeth wan:
Levedy, al for thine sake
In world nis noon so witer man
That all hire bountee telle can;
Hire swire is whittere than the swan,
And fairest may in town.
An hendy hap ich habbe yhent,
Ichoot from hevene it is me sent:
From alle wommen my love is lent,
And light, on Alisoun.

 

Ich am for wowing al forwake,
Wery so water in wore.
Lest any reve me my make
Ich habbe y-yerned yore.
Bettere is tholien while sore
Than mournen evermore.
Geinest under gore,
Herkne to my youn:
An hendy hap ich habbe yhent,
Ichoot from hevene it is me sent:
From alle wommen my love is lent,
And light, on Alisoun.
(TRADITIONNEL)


Oh, it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl
And with the way you look, I understand that you were not impressed
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress
I'm not gonna get too sentimental
Like those other sticky valentines
'Cause I don't know if you are loving some body
I only know it isn't mine

Allison, I know this world is killing you
Oh, Allison, my aim is true

Well, I see you've got a husband now
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying in the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand
Ah, but he took all that he could take
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
When I hear the silly things that you say
I think somebody better put out the big light
'Cause I can't stand to see you this way

Allison, I know this world is killing you
Oh, Allison, my aim is true
My aim is true
My aim is true
(REPEAT AND FADE)









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