Come, oh come, a little lost to sense,
A fleeting moment, for me, confess.
My heart, it knows not why, towards you it flies,
Tell me, is it so? Yes, is it so?
We both, have we not, once dreamt a dream?
A dream that bloomed in laughter's gleam?
My love, my love, my heart does not obey,
Where it is drawn, I cannot say.
My love, my love, my heart does not obey,
Where it is drawn, I cannot say.
Come, for me, you were made, now speak the truth,
What I attain, that angers, is wrath,
You seem ill-tempered, but I will not tell,
A moment like this, I have bought for you well.
For you, in nights, my heart wants this moment to stay,
In your words, today.
My love, my love, my heart does not obey,
Where it is drawn, I cannot say.
My love, my love, my heart does not obey,
Where it is drawn, I cannot say.
Come, for me you are made,
Speak now, confess, what I attain...
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