Fu Inlé
Justin Vernon – Song For A Lover Of Long Ago
I have buried you
Every place I've been
You keep ending up
In my shaking hands
Every place I've been
You keep ending up
In my shaking hands
In a valey of this restles mynde,
I soughte in mounteyne and in mede,
Trustynge a trewelove for to fynde.
Upon an hil than Y took hede:
A voice Y herde, and neer Y yede,
In huge dolour complaynynge tho:
"Se, dere Soule, how my sidis blede,
Quia amore langueo."
I soughte in mounteyne and in mede,
Trustynge a trewelove for to fynde.
Upon an hil than Y took hede:
A voice Y herde, and neer Y yede,
In huge dolour complaynynge tho:
"Se, dere Soule, how my sidis blede,
Quia amore langueo."
Fu Inlé
In a valey of this restles mynde, I soughte in mounteyne and in mede, Trustynge a trewelove for to fynde. Upon an hil than Y took hede: A voice Y herde, and neer Y yede, In huge dolour complaynynge tho: "Se, dere Soule, how my sidis blede, Quia amore langueo."
Upon this hil Y fond a tree,
Undir the tree a man sittynge,
From heed to foot woundid was he,
His herte blood Y sigh bledinge:
A semeli man to ben a king,
A graciouse face to loken unto.
I askide whi he had peynynge,
He seide, "Quia amore langueo.
Undir the tree a man sittynge,
From heed to foot woundid was he,
His herte blood Y sigh bledinge:
A semeli man to ben a king,
A graciouse face to loken unto.
I askide whi he had peynynge,
He seide, "Quia amore langueo.
Forwarded from فانتومِ منسون (アト(ウ)サ)
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