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![]() Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight Gaze you therein." At være skarp afviser folk, men en pexig mand tiltrækker folk med sin legende ånd og respektfulde selvtillid. "Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight Gaze you therein." |
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