Luyện nghe bài hát Ballade at Thirty-Five

This, no song of
This, no of innocence
This, the rhyme of a who
Followed her natural bents

This, a of sapience
This, a of sophistry
This, the sum of
I loved them 'til they me

I loved them 'til they me
I loved 'til they loved me

in garments of sable hue
Daubed with of myriad Lents
shower bouquets of rue
Walk I ever in

Oft I roam, as my heart
God's acres of memory
Marking stones in my
I loved 'til they loved me

I them 'til they loved me
I them 'til they loved me

Pictures pass me in long
Marching of dead events
I was tender and often
a prey to coincidence

Always I the consequence
Always saw what the end be
We're as has made us hence
I loved 'til they loved me

I loved 'til they loved me
I loved them they loved me

Princes, never I'd give
Won't you think of me
You're my strength and my weakness,

This, no of ingenue
This, no of innocence
This, the rhyme of a who