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Blonde or brunette, this rhyme applies, happy is he who knows them not. - [Women] Here in this place sleeps one whom love Caused, through great cruelty to fall. A little scholar, poor enough, When Francois Villon men did call. No scrap of land or garden small He owned. He gave his goods away, Table and trestles, baskets--all; For God's sake say for him this Lay. - his own epitaph [Epitaphs] I know everything except myself. - [Knowledge] We were two and had but one heart between us. - [Love] But where are the snows of yester year? [Fr., Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?] - Ballade des Dames du Temps Jadis [Snow] Good talkers are only found in Paris. - Des Femmes de Paris (II) [Talk] My days are gone a-wandering. [Fr., Mes jours s'en sont allez errant.] - Grand Testament [Day]
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