Champ Elysese

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Joseph Markenstein Spetember 29th, 2012

Le champ obscure, Ce qui dure, Pleur peur pour Un jour tour de jour. Lourd en amour, Masabielle bien source! Ma Mre, Ma Sur; Ma Toit, Ma Flur! Depuis ma naiscence Ma recollection Science t commencer, Avant la calandrer. Sur ce champ, Le cur, le lamp; Ait t ploier, Leur neaient soie. Marie, ta larm Est ma belle arm! Vos yeux plus de Crepuscule bleue! Le profondeur De Votre Seigneur, Embrume est fait; Entrer exsangiun Christ est le mot, Le mote, et Le flot.

Concder la, Dieu commencaient en bas!

Mercie Mon Dieu!

Translation: The field obscure It is from berrr, Tears feared for A lore of all lore. Heavy in love, Massabielle from above! My Mother, My Sister; My Roof, My Baluster! Since my birth, My recollection so girth Has commenced Before all sense. For this Champ, A heart, a lamp, Shall have ployed Their wise void. Mary, your tear Is my free from all fear. Your eyes more Singing blue floor.

The profound, Of your Ground Embroiled in mist, Enters a bleeding heart kissed! Christ is the boat, The mote and the float. Consider then; God has descended hence!

Thank You God!