[00:04.170]This, no song of ingénue,
[00:07.360]This, no ballad of innocence;
[00:10.960]This, the rhyme of a lady who
[00:14.460]Followed ever the natural bents.
[00:18.220]This, a solo of sapience,
[00:22.080]This, a chantey of sophistry,
[00:25.600]This, the sum of experiments,
[00:28.940]I loved them until they loved me.
[00:33.230]I loved them until they loved me.
[00:36.590]I loved them until they loved me.
[00:47.270]Decked in garments of sable hue,
[00:50.400]Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
[00:54.310]Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
[00:57.770]Walk I ever in penitence.
[01:01.530]Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
[01:04.910]Through God's acre of memory,
[01:08.550]Marking stones, in my reverence,
[01:11.920]I loved them until they loved me.
[01:16.030]I loved them until they loved me.
[01:19.760]I loved them until they loved me.
[01:29.660]Pictures pass me in long review,
[01:33.170]Marching columns of dead events.
[01:36.440]I was tender, and, often, true;
[01:40.170]Ever a prey to coincidence.
[01:44.160]Always knew I the consequence;
[01:47.920]Always saw what the end would be.
[01:51.500]We’re as Nature has made us -- hence
[01:55.110]I loved them until they loved me.Princes, never I’d give offense,
[01:58.840]I loved them until they loved me.Princes, never I’d give offense,
[02:02.160]I loved them until they loved me.Princes, never I’d give offense,
[02:12.800]I loved them until they loved me.Princes, never I’d give offense,
[02:16.380]Won’t you think of me tenderly?
[02:19.710]Here’s my strength and my weakness, gents
[02:27.480]This, no song of ingénue,
[02:30.860]This, no ballad of innocence;
[02:34.650]This, the rhyme of a lady who