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Statue all gorique dans le go t de la Renaissance	A
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Contemplons ce tr sor de gr ces florentines	A
Dans l'ondulation de ce corps musculeux	A
L'El gance et la Force abondent soeurs divines	A
Cette femme morceau vraiment miraculeux	A
Divinement robuste adorablement mince	A
Est faite pour tr ner sur des lits somptueux	A
Et charmer les loisirs d'un pontife ou d'un prince	A
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Aussi vois ce souris fin et voluptueux	A
O la Fatuit prom ne son extase	A
Ce long regard sournois langoureux et moqueur	B
Ce visage mignard tout encadr de gaze	A
Dont chaque trait nous dit avec un air vainqueur	B
La Volupt m'appelle et l'Amour me couronne	C
cet tre dou de tant de majest	D
Vois quel charme excitant la gentillesse donne	C
Approchons et tournons autour de sa beaut	D
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blasph me de l'art surprise fatale	E
La femme au corps divin promettant le bonheur Par le haut se termine en monstre bic phale	E
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Mais non ce n'est qu'un masque un d cor suborneur	B
Ce visage clair d'une exquise grimace	A
Et regarde voici crisp e atrocement	D
La v ritable t te et la sinc re face	A
Renvers e l'abri de la face qui ment	D
Pauvre grande beaut le magnifique fleuve	F
De tes pleurs aboutit dans mon coeur soucieux	A
Ton mensonge m'enivre et mon me s'abreuve	F
Aux flots que la Douleur fait jaillir de tes yeux	A
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Mais pourquoi pleure t elle Elle beaut parfaite	D
Qui mettrait ses pieds le genre humain vaincu	G
Quel mal myst rieux ronge son flanc d'athl te	D
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Elle pleure insens parce qu'elle a v cu	G
Et parce qu'elle vit Mais ce qu'elle d plore	B
Surtout ce qui la fait fr mir jusqu'aux genoux	A
C'est que demain h las il faudra vivre encore	B
Demain apr s demain et toujours comme nous	A
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The Mask	G
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Allegorical Statue in the Style of the Renaissance	A
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Let us gaze at this gem of Florentine beauty	D
In the undulation of this brawny body	D
Those divine sisters Gracefulness and Strength abound	D
This woman a truly miraculous marble	E
Adorably slender divinely robust	D
Is made to be enthroned upon sumptuous beds	A
And to charm the leisure of a Pope or a Prince	A
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And see that smile voluptuous and delicate	D
Where self conceit displays its ecstasy	D
That sly lingering look mocking and languorous	D
That dainty face framed in a veil of gauze	D
Whose every feature says with a triumphant air	B
'Pleasure calls me and Love gives me a crown '	-
To that being endowed with so much majesty	D
See what exciting charm is lent by prettiness	D
Let us draw near and walk around its loveliness	D
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O blasphemy of art Fatal surprise	D
That exquisite body that promise of delight	D
At the top turns into a two headed monster	B
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Why no it's but a mask a lying ornament	D
That visage enlivened by a dainty grimace	D
And look here is atrociously shriveled	D
The real true head the sincere countenance	D
Reversed and hidden by the lying face	D
Poor glamorous beauty the magnificent stream	H
Of your tears flows into my anguished heart	D
Your falsehood makes me drunk and my soul slakes its thirst	D
At the flood from your eyes which Suffering causes	D
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But why is she weeping She the perfect beauty	D
Who could put at her feet the conquered human race	D
What secret malady gnaws at those sturdy flanks	D
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She is weeping fool because she has lived	D
And because she lives But what she deplores	D
Most what makes her shudder down to her knees	D
Is that tomorrow alas she will still have to live	F
Tomorrow after tomorrow always like us	D
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Translated by William Aggeler	B
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The Mask	G
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An allegoric statue in Renaissance style	E
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vStudy with me this Florentinian treasure	B
Whose undulous and muscular design	C
Welds Grace with Strength in sisterhood divine	C
A marvel only wonderment can measure	B
Divinely strong superbly slim and fine	C
She's formed to reign upon a bed of pleasure	B
And charm some prince or pontiff in his leisure	B
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See too her smile voluptuously shine	C
Where sheer frivolity displays its sign	C
That lingering look of languor guile and cheek	G
The dainty face which veils of gauze enshrine	C
That seems in conquering accents thus to speak	G
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'Pleasure commands me Love my brow has crowned '	-
Enamouring our thoughts in humble duty	D
True majesty with merriment is found	D
Approach let's take a turn about her beauty	D
O blasphemy Dread shock Our hopes to pique	G
This lovely body promising delight	D
Ends at the top in a two headed freak	G
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But no it's just a mask that tricked our sight	D
Fooling us with that exquisite grimace	D
On the reverse you see her proper face	D
Fiercely convulsed in its true self revealed	D
Which from our sight that lying mask concealed	D
O sad great beauty The grand river fed	D
By your rich tears debouches in my heart	D
Though I am rapt with your deceptive art	D
My soul is slaked upon the tears you shed	D
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And yet why does she weep Such peerless grace	D
Could trample down the conquered human race	D
What evil gnaws her flank so strong and sleek	G
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She weeps because she's lived and that she lives	D
Madly she weeps for that But more she grieves	D
And at the knees she trembles and goes weak	G
Because tomorrow she must live and then	C
The next day and forever like us men	C
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Translated by Roy Campbell	E
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The Mask	G
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An Allegorical Statue in Renaissance Style	E
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Behold this prize of beauties wholly Florentine	C
See in this muscled body lithe and sinuous	D
Divine concinnity married to strength divine	C
This woman sculpted by hands that wrought miraculous	D
So strangely strong and so strangely slim in scope	I
She was born to throne on beds made rich and sumptuous	D
To charm the happy leisure of a Prince or Pope	I
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Behold these smiling lips suave and voluptuous	D
Whose ecstasies of arrant self love give us pause	D
The mocking pawkishness of that long languid stare	B
Those dainty features framed in luminous light gauze	D
Whose every facet says with an all conquering air	B
'Lo Pleasure calls and Love crowns my triumphant head '	-
On this proud creature vested with such stateliness	D
See what exciting charms her daintiness has shed	D
Let us draw close and walk around her O excess	D
O blasphemy of Art O treachery unique	G
That body filled with promise rapturous and rare	B
Turns at the top into a double headed freak	G
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No this is but a mask a decorative snare	B
Poor visage lighted by a delicate grimace	D
And look contracted here in raw and hideous troubles	D
The genuine head and the authentic candid face	D
Are overturned and darkened by their lying doubles	D
Poor noble beauty the magnificent broad river	B
Of your sad tears flows through my heart your lie of lies	D
Intoxicates me and my thirsty soul aquiver	B
Is slaked by the salt flood Pain dredges from your eyes	D
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But why is it she weeps whose loveliness outranks	D
All others and who binds all humans by her laws	D
What hushed mysterious ill gnaws at her athlete flanks	D
She weeps because O madman she has lived because	D
She must live on But her most pitiful misgiving	G
What chills her very knees and turns her tremulous	D
Is that alas tomorrow she must go on living	G
Tomorrow and tomorrow evermore like us	D
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Translated by Jacques LeClercq	G

Charles Baudelaire

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