| He told me: "Be mine,
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| And I will live, burning with passion.
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| The beauty of a smile, bliss in the eyes,
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| They promise me the joys of paradise.
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| To a poor heart he spoke thus,
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| To a poor heart he spoke thus.
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| But he did not love, no, he did not love,
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| No, he didn't love, oh, he didn't love me.
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| He told me: "A bright star
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| You lit up a gloomy soul,
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| You gave me hope in my heart
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| Filling life with sweet dreams.
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| He smiled, then he shed tears,
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| He smiled, then he shed tears.
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| But he did not love, no, he did not love,
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| No, he didn't love, oh, he didn't love me.
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| He promised me, poor heart,
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| Happiness and dreams, passions, delights,
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| Gently he swore life would delight me
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| Eternal love, eternal bliss.
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| With a sweet speech he ruined his heart,
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| With a sweet speech he ruined his heart,
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| But he did not love, no, he did not love,
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| No, he didn't love, oh, he didn't love me. |