Entre Moi Et Mon Amin (English translation)
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My love and I alone
My love and I alone
In a wood near Bethune,
Played together on Tuesday
All night there by the moon,
Until the night turned gray
And the lark arising, sang,
As if to say: "Lovers, away";
And he responded softly:
"So help me love,
The lark lies to us.
It isn't nearly day,
Sweet, noble heart."
"So help me love,
The lark lies to us.
It isn't nearly day,
Sweet, noble heart."
Then he drew himself to me,
And I did not draw back;
Three times at least he kissed me,
And I returned them back;
Now that did not tire me.
Then how glad we should have been
Had that night lasted a century
But we would not need say:
"So help me love,
The lark lies to us.
It isn't nearly day,
Sweet, noble heart."
"So help me love,
The lark lies to us.
It isn't nearly day,
Sweet, noble heart."
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Submitted by 
TrampGuy on 2012-09-06
TrampGuy on 2012-09-06Last edited by TrampGuy on 2013-07-09
TrampGuy on 2013-07-09French (Old French)
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Entre Moi Et Mon Amin
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