and jade, and they taught me in a-ma-rio
taught me my arts,
and my skirts were striped with their dyes,
and the wine spilled with the perfume,
and then, in that year I married,

and the light shone on me? her lute-bowl,
and her face was hidden behind it,
we hear the sound of her weeping,

Or that year, Dordogne, and the centaur spying
the land,

life, ply over ply,

St Antoni, Vicount, Raimons Jords, Vicount of St Antoni
that sand " tug miei cossire, d amor tug miei cossir,
And my heart bound as the rose runs over the trellis,

For the Vocuntess of Pena d'Albeges,
and Vicount pena, off to the wars,

wounded,
and rumour said, killed there,

so the lady fell into mourning,

and??sent??or??En??Raimon????????

and offered candles, church candles,
and The Vicount recovered,
and at this news, she had great grief and sorrow"
and sent off En Raimons Jordans,
where that novel ends,

The Dordogne flowing blue in the while cliffs,
blue like that Ptinir
a Ptinir, or like an
The blue and white of a Vinci,

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