Voyage en Provence
The birds in the gardens of Avignon
Were words without songs
At Arles in the Arena the doves were
Voices of old women
My heart, have we not heard
The birds at Avignon and in the roofs
Of Arles cool doves
Were words without songs
At Arles in the Arena the doves were
Voices of old women
My heart, have we not heard
The birds at Avignon and in the roofs
Of Arles cool doves
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