Where does this tenderness come from?
These are not the - first curls I
have stroked slowly - and lips I
have known are darker than yours
as stars rise often and go out again
(where does this tenderness come from?)
so many eyes have risen and died out
in front of these eyes of mine.
and yet no such song have
I herd in the darkness of night before,
(where does this tenderness come from?):
here, on the ribs of the singer.
Where does this tenderness come from?
And what shall I do with it, young
sly singer, just passing by?
Your lashes are - longer than anyone's
НЕмоё, но любимое
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