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Hélo
ïse In the spring of 1117 My heart is yearning to sing For in the convent of 1116 I never knew such a spring With him I will fly like a song-bird With him I will try canticles not yet heard
Females For he is Plato He is mistletoe He is Socrates He's the Pyrenees He is logic He's forbidden fruit He is light
Hélo
ïse He's my truth
Hélo
ïse In the spring of 1117 My heart wants to dance and rejoice For in my Latin, Greek, French and convent prayers I never knew such a voice With him I will fly like a songbird With him I will try canticles not yet heard
Females For he is Plato He is mistletoe He is Socrates He's the Pyrenees He is logic He's forbidden fruit He is light
Hélo
ïse He's my truth
Hélo
ïse In the spring of 1117 The world is waiting to play With him I want to dance out on the roof But I must study with him
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