You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I what I hoped before:
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!
It's a crave for unconditional reunion, only for
My favorite line ever Another man would hope no more; Nor hope I what I hoped before: But let not this last wish be vain; Deceive, deceive me once again!
Simple but sweet. She smiled, she spoke. She lied, no joke. But I'm just like all other men. Deceive, deceive me once again!
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This is the paradox of love at its best!