No one allows the love
to come and go here and there
What a more than glorious marvelous
An eye has love in blind onto wine
Love is born not for dying
Let the love over your mind
A pain cute and gentle formed
She for sole so in born
Oh! the pain
Oh! the love
you are great as babe
You have killed me
Now I am going to cut your head !
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