The freshness of the Spring is in your face…
When Winter’s icy fingers freeze your hands…
The little fields lie far below me spread…
If I should die tomorrow, as I might…
When we are launched at birth, like little boats…
You grieve that life should be unjust…
Lonely’s the house when you are gone…
The greatest and the wisest men who lived…
The Palace of Versailles is beautiful…
It really is a blessing – though of course it is a sin…