Death, I cry out at your harshness,
That stole my girl away from me,
Yet you're not satisfied I see
Until I languish in distress.
Since then I've lost all liveliness:
What harm alive, to you, was she?
Death, I cry out at your harshness,
That stole my girl away from me.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:
If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,
I'll die, or I must lifeless be,
Like those statues made of lead.
Le Testament: Rondeau
Franaois Villon
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Poem topics: lost, distress, away, death, girl, heart, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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