Those teary eyes of yours, my love!
Those burnt cheeks with amorous sorrow
They make the universe sob
Angels convince God of our love
Those weeping pupils make mine weep
Together they force God's too
What happens when He sheds tears
It rains our hearts through
Let's approach one of those windows
Touch the pouring drops with mild care
You feel my solitary love
I feel yours in fair share
The commotion begins in heaven
Angels sit on the spot
For two lovers' eye leaves are soaked
The abode up there shakes a lot
The whole universe conspires
Since Coelho thus aspires
Thus begins the measures
We, the lovers, must meet in pleasures
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