paroles de chanson La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Introduction) - Loreena McKennitt
                                                Another 
                                                poem 
                                                    I 
                                                set 
                                                to 
                                                music 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                recording
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                "La 
                                                Belle 
                                                Dame 
                                                sans 
                                                Merci" 
                                                by 
                                                John 
                                                Keats
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                imagery 
                                                    I 
                                                saw
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                of 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                soldier 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                decimated 
                                                battle 
                                                war 
                                                in 
                                                landscape
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                final 
                                                hours, 
                                                hallucinates
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seeing 
                                                his 
                                                beloved, 
                                                and 
                                                maybe 
                                                wonders 
                                                what 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                all 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                place 
                                                where 
                                                no 
                                                birds 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                can 
                                                ail 
                                                thee, 
                                                knight-at-arms
 
                                    
                                
                                                Alone 
                                                and 
                                                palely 
                                                loitering?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sedge 
                                                has 
                                                withered 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                lake
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                no 
                                                birds 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                 
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