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“The Seasons” by Guillaume Apollinaire 🇫🇷 (26 Aug 1880 – 9 Nov 1918)
Translated from the French
It was a blessèd time we were at the beach
Go out early in the morning no shoes no hats no ties
And quick as a toad’s tongue can reach
Love wounded the hearts of the mad and the wise
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Did you know Guy when he galloped along
When he was a military man
Did you know Guy when he galloped along
When he was an artiman
In the war
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It was a blessèd time At mail call
We are squeezed in tighter than on a bus
And the stars passing by were mimicked by the shells
In the night when the cannons came rolling up
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Did you know Guy when he galloped along
When he was a military man
Did you know Guy when he galloped along
When he was an artiman
In the war
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It was a blessèd time Days and nights blending
The stew-pot shells gave our trench dugout
Aluminum shrapnel that you set about
Smoothing all day into an unlikely ring
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Did you know Guy when he galloped along
When he was a military man
Did you know Guy when he galloped along
When he was an artiman
In the war
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It was a blessèd time The war goes on
The Gunners have filed for part of a year
Safe in the woods the Driver can hear
An unknown star repeating a song
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Did you know Guy when he galloped along
When he was a military man
Did you know Guy when he galloped along
When he was an artiman
In the war