43 NATALIE DESSAY ∙ PHILIPPE CASSARD Three lovely birds of paradise (My lover has gone to the wars), Three lovely birds of paradise Passed this way. The first was bluer than the sky (My lover has gone to the wars), The second was the colour of snow, The third bright red. ‘Lovely little birds of paradise (My lover has gone to the wars), Lovely little birds of paradise, What are you bringing here?’ ‘I bring a bright blue gaze (Your lover has gone to the wars)’; ‘And I, on your lovely snow-white brow, Must place a kiss that is purer still.’ ‘Bright red bird of paradise (My lover has gone to the wars), Bright red bird of paradise, What are you bringing there?’ ‘A pretty heart all crimson (Your lover has gone to the wars).’ ‘Ah, I feel my heart grow cold . . . Bear it away with you too.’
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