Carla Bruni Those Dancing Days Are Gone Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. Curse as you may I sing it through; What matter if the knave That the most could pleasure you, The children that he gave, Are somewhere sleeping like a top Under a marble flag? I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. Come, let me sing into your ear; I thought it out this very day. Noon upon the clock, All that silk and satin gear; A man may put pretence away Who leans upon a stick, May sing, and sing until he drop, Whether to maid or hag: I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. Spoken: Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. Mirror lyrics: The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. In as foul a rag: Wrapping that foul body up Crouch upon a stone, All that silk and satin gear; Those dancing days are gone, Come, let me sing into your ear; Spoken: The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup, Whether to maid or hag: May sing, and sing until he drop, Who leans upon a stick, A man may put pretence away All that silk and satin gear; Noon upon the clock, I thought it out this very day. Come, let me sing into your ear; The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. Under a marble flag? Are somewhere sleeping like a top The children that he gave, That the most could pleasure you, What matter if the knave Curse as you may I sing it through; The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. In as foul a rag: Wrapping that foul body up Crouch upon a stone, All that silk and satin gear; Those dancing days are gone, Come, let me sing into your ear; Relevant Tags: TThose DDancing DDays AAre GGone hose ancing ays re one hTose aDncing aDys rAe oGne fhose xancing xays zre hone fThose xDancing xDays zAre hGone Tfhose Dxancing Dxays Azre Ghone 5hose eancing eays qre yone 5Those eDancing eDays qAre yGone T5hose Deancing Deays Aqre Gyone hhose fancing fays sre bone hThose fDancing fDays sAre bGone Thhose Dfancing Dfays Asre Gbone yhose rancing rays wre vone yThose rDancing rDays wAre vGone Tyhose Drancing Drays Awre Gvone 6hose cancing cays xre fone 6Those cDancing cDays xAre fGone T6hose Dcancing Dcays Axre Gfone ghose sancing says Arre tone gThose sDancing sDays Ae tGone Tghose Dsancing Dsays Aer Gtone rhose Daancing Daays Ade Goone rThose Dncing Dys Adre Gne Trhose Dnacing Dyas Arde Gnoe Dzncing Dzys A4e Gkne Tose Dzancing Dzays A4re Gkone Tohse Dazncing Dazys Ar4e Gokne Tjose Dqncing Dqys Age G9ne Tjhose Dqancing Dqays Agre G9one Thjose Daqncing Daqys Arge Go9ne Tuose Dsncing Dsys Ate G0ne Tuhose Atre G0one Thuose Dasncing Dasys Arte Go0ne Tnose Dwncing Dwys A5e Glne Tnhose Dwancing Dways A5re Glone Thnose Dawncing Dawys Ar5e Golne Tbose Dxncing Dxys Afe Gine Tbhose Afre Gione Thbose Daxncing Daxys Arfe Goine Tgose Danncing Dayys Aee Gonne Dacing Das Aere Goe Thgose Dacning Dasy Aree Goen Tyose Damcing Dags Gome Damncing Dagys Ar Gomne Thyose Danmcing Daygs Are Gonme Thoose Dahcing Dahs Ars Gohe Thse Dahncing Dahys Arse Gohne Thsoe Danhcing Dayhs Ares Gonhe Thkse Dajcing Da6s Ar3 Goje Thkose Dajncing Da6ys Ar3e Gojne Thokse Danjcing Day6s Are3 Gonje Th9se Dabcing Daus Arf Gobe Th9ose Dabncing Dauys Gobne Tho9se Danbcing Dayus Aref Gonbe Th0se Danccing Da7s Arr Gonee Th0ose Daning Da7ys Gon Tho0se Danicng Day7s Arer Gone Thlse Danfing Dajs Ar4 Gons Thlose Danfcing Dajys Gonse Tholse Dancfing Dayjs Are4 Gones Thise Danxing Dats Ard Gon3 Thiose Danxcing Datys Gon3e

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