My friend! our youthful beauty is a guest of few days.
I may waste as I found a
buzzing in my head......
These hairs you have met are those dyed red.
This blue gaze of three days, and muscle
So cute, thus please praise!
I am here few days......
Haste and embrace mine lip, ahh it's wine red.
Go slow and entertain it's savour.
Oh, I waste all the day, all day upon the way......
This bonnie name, riches, and the fame,
And this way of world is a futile storm,
I waste all day, all the day upon the way in flame......
Come on, still the breath is warm,
My friend, can you prevent the arriving storm?
That's is hovering over the head of this dame......
The rose had left the garden to open way,
For the cheerful bird and I waste all day, all the day upon the way........
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