JE NE VOUS AIME PAS.
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JE NE VOUS AIME PAS.
"NE m'aimes-tu pas?" you once asked, O Élise,
And I'll tell you the truth—all the truth, if you please;
For a year—yes, a year now has over us flown,
Since I told you I loved you—and loved you alone!
And I'll tell you the truth—all the truth, if you please;
For a year—yes, a year now has over us flown,
Since I told you I loved you—and loved you alone!
I have lingered, my sweet, all entranced by your side;
I have gazed in your eyes that the dark lashes hide;
I've been thrilled by the touch of those soft finger-tips;
I have tasted the rapture that breathes from your lips.
I have gazed in your eyes that the dark lashes hide;
I've been thrilled by the touch of those soft finger-tips;
I have tasted the rapture that breathes from your lips.
