Which mother tongue should I adore,
To freely speak to you at all,
To tell you of my great amour,
To you, my darling, charming doll.
On other hand not being spied,
And with my love not be denied,
And wish my friends envied and lied,
That you don't love me; save my pride,
And tell me - what I fear is lies,
That you will look into my eyes.
Confess me without further cries:
"Don't worry dear, I'm in disguise."
My confession
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