Puisque mon amour est rapide pour venir et aller-Un peu ici, et alors l-Ce qui l'utilisation sont tous les mots de les miens jurer que mon coeur est ttu, et mon esprit lent du weathering l'gouttement et la commande de l'ennui ? Ce qui est mon serment, quand tu as mais pour dcouvrir mes petits, faciles amours; et je peux oser gesticuler seulement, et rponse, "sont-ils ainsi" ?
Tu ne sais pas lourd un coeur il est qui accroche au sujet de mon cou que une pierre maladroite a coup avec une naissance, une mort, un nuptiale-jour. Chaque fois que j'aime, je le trouve toujours mes propres, qui le prennent, maintenant ce jeune homme, maintenant ceci, cherchant donner la chose misrable loin.
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