You're so, so strange...
I mean, that all of you,
Not usual only the range,
That always is in view.
You can be a loving thief,
You can be a loving knight,
So ardently as if
The last was the current night.
Yet merest your whim
Can make love go bust.
In love we only swim
You make the stream flow fast.
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