Love is in thine body
You are a slave to its interest
What would your sweet love be
If it did not beat in your chest
Love, if you were to depart
The world would fritter away
The sleeping would not start
All beauty would thus decay
But love carries us along
In one's heart it has unrest
In one's life it sings its song
And with words it protests
Love finds its aim in the end
And brings together what will begin.
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