You Still Lie
You lie still my love, in grandeur;
Yet you make my heart move.
And you still lie, mon amour.
Let your fake love remove.
I die by your false eyes that lure.
Yet I, many a times proved.
I will die, and your love, solely, is the cure.
(Let me live or die), our love in later life renewed.
Yet you make my heart move.
And you still lie, mon amour.
Let your fake love remove.
I die by your false eyes that lure.
Yet I, many a times proved.
I will die, and your love, solely, is the cure.
(Let me live or die), our love in later life renewed.
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keşke böyle bi kadın olsaydım, acımadan acıtsaydım, acıtışım bile tatlı gelseydi; hem dert hem deva olaydım, ahh olaydım, olaydım... :)