| Contre le tens qui devise
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| Yver et pluie d’este
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| Et la mauvais se debrise
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| Qui de lonc tens n’a chante
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| Ferai chancon car a gre
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| Me vient que j’ai en pense
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| Amores qui en moi s’est mise
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| Bien m’a droit son dart gete
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| (During that time between winter and the rains of summer
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| when the blackbird sings who hasn’t sung for such a long time,
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| I will make a song, because the desire comes to me,
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| and I have been thinking about it. |
| Love, who has lodged in me,
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| has indeed struck me straight in the heart with his arrow.)
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| Toda cousa que a Virgen seja prometuda,
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| Dereit’e: et gran razon que lle seja teuda.
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| D’est’un fremoso miragre fez Santa Maria
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| En Chartres por hua moller que jurad’avia
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| Que non fezesse no sabado obra sabuda
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| Per que a Santa Maria ouvesse sannuda.
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| (All those who ever promise something to the virgin,
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| it is just and there is great reason that they keep that.
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| It is of a wonderful miracle done by Holy Mary in Chartres
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| for a woman who swore an oath that she would never work on Saturday… |