by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Language: English 
Our translations:  FRE
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, --
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.

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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Fautes", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2008-06-04
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