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A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, / Blown by the bright wind, debonair; / Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, / Above on the terrace a turret door / Frames a lady, listless and wan, / But fair for the eye to rest upon.
The minstrel plucks at his silver strings, / And looking up to the lady, sings: -- / Down the road to Avignon, / The long, long road to Avignon, / Across the bridge to Avignon, / One morning in the spring.