Luyện nghe bài hát Ballade at Thirty-Five

This, no of ingenue
This, no of innocence
This, the of a lady who
Followed her natural bents

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

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

in garments of sable hue
Daubed ashes of myriad Lents
Wearing shower of rue
Walk I ever in

Oft I roam, as my repents
Through acres of memory
stones in my reverence
I loved them they loved me

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

pass me in long review
Marching of dead events
I was and often true
Ever a to coincidence

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

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

Princes, never I'd offense
you think of me tenderly?
You're my strength and my weakness,

This, no song of
This, no of innocence
This, the of a lady who