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Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine And our love Must I remember them How joy always came after the pain The night comes, the hours chime The days pass but I remain through time Hand in hand, face to face, let us not change While underneath The bridge of our arms gives way The waters’ endless look is grey The night comes, the hours chime The days pass but I remain through time Love slips away like this running water Love slips away Just as life is so slow And as hope is so violent The night comes, the hours chime The days pass but I remain through time The days and the weeks pass by Neither past time Nor past loves will return Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine The night comes, the hours chime The days pass but I remain through time
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
The Mirabeau Bridge (Translation of "Le Pont Mirabeau")
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine And our love Must I remember them How joy always came after the pain The night comes, the hours chime The days pass but I remain through time Hand in hand, face to face, let us not change While underneath The bridge of our arms gives way The waters’ endless look is grey The night comes, the hours chime The days pass but I remain through time Love slips away like this running water Love slips away Just as life is so slow And as hope is so violent The night comes, the hours chime The days pass but I remain through time The days and the weeks pass by Neither past time Nor past loves will return Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine The night comes, the hours chime The days pass but I remain through time
Le Pont Mirabeau was written by Guillaume Apollinaire. It was first published in Paris on Feb. 1912. The original text is in the public domain.
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EMerrillBrouder
M/Maine, United States
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
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