If you are not mine, what sorrow is there?
If you are not mine, what sorrow is there?
I am yours, and is this not enough?
If you are not mine, what sorrow is there?
I am yours, and is this not enough?
Behold the flirtations of beauty,
Behold the flirtations of beauty,
Behold the flirtations of beauty,
Sometimes a flame, sometimes a dewdrop.
If you are not mine, what sorrow is there?
I am yours, and is this not enough?
Smile a little, for God's sake,
Smile a little, for God's sake,
Smile a little, for God's sake,
The gathering's light is meager.
If you are not mine, what sorrow is there?
I am yours, and is this not enough?
This life has now become,
This life has now become,
This life has now become,
Your sorrow is, to me, greater than you.
If you are not mine, what sorrow is there?
I am yours, and is this not enough?
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