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When I embrace
your slender forms
And tender words
Of love and praises
Pour out to you
In exultation.
In silence from my tight embrace
You free yourself
And answer
With a mistrustful smile;
Your memory has promptly stored
Of all the stories of treacheries,
And you are sad and wearied
with all the words of promises and rapture...
I denounce all the cunning tricks
Of my wicked youth,
And expectations of the meetings
In silence of the nightly gardens,
Sweet talking in the silent darkness.
I denounce the seductive passion of my verses,
And fond caresses of frivolous girls,
Their tears and moaning
That always came too late.