Love in her sunny eyes does basking play Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair Love does on both her lips for ever stray And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there. In all her outward parts Love's always seen But, oh, he never went.
Love in her sunny eyes does basking play Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair Love does on both her lips for ever stray And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there. In all her outward parts Love's always seen But, oh, he never went.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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