Paroles de Canon
Glide awayturn to god
into gold
perishing
the trained mind
awaits chance
without fate
fly
is life so dear,
peace so sweet?
only the saint
chooses his death
avarice,
industry
who can refute
a stylish sneer?
without fate
fly
is life so dear,
peace so sweet?
only the saint
chooses his death
avarice,
industry
who can refute
a stylish sneer?
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