I’m not that lover, filled with passion, - That youth, who left the world amazed: Alas, my spring and summer passed now, And didn’t leave a single trace. Cupid, the god of youth and love and virtue! I used to be your steadfast servant; Oh, if I could be reborn, - I’d serve you Even more passionate and fervent!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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