Oh, a thousand cunning plays you weave,
Oh, a thousand cunning plays you weave,
Beloved, I will not be caught,
Lover, I will not be caught.
Do not tempt, my heart's desire,
Upon this capricious one,
My heart's desire, upon me.
I am the soaring wind,
I will not stay within your grasp,
I will not stay within your grasp.
With the wind, you’ll try to lift me,
Beloved, I will not be caught,
Lover, I will not be caught.
Oh, a thousand cunning plays you weave,
Oh, a thousand cunning plays you weave,
Beloved, I will not be caught,
Lover, I will not be caught.
As a tear, dear one, I'll dwell within your eyes,
I'll dwell within your eyes,
If cast from those eyes, I shall not be caught,
I will not be caught by you.
As the foundation, I will be the spice,
Beloved, I will not be caught,
Lover, I will not be caught.
Oh, a thousand cunning plays you weave,
Oh, a thousand cunning plays you weave,
Beloved, I will not be caught,
Lover, I will not be caught.
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