But where are the snows of yesteryear? by Francois Villon

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

Francois Villon

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We were two and had but one heart between us. by Francois Villon

We were two and had but one heart between us.

Francois Villon

heart happiness love

My days are gone a-wandering. by Francois Villon

My days are gone a-wandering.

Francois Villon

wander gone

Good talkers are only found in Paris. by Francois Villon

Good talkers are only found in Paris.

Francois Villon

talkers paris found

I know everything except myself. by Francois Villon

I know everything except myself.

Francois Villon

self-knowledge knows knowledge

I know all except myself. by Francois Villon

I know all except myself.

Francois Villon