For a long time, we have talked about love and life.
Come away and kiss me, Kate! and put aside.
All the griefs and sorrows of life that are hostile,
I am glad and quite curious, with all my heart.
Aye, come, and let unclose your heart's door,
With the passing of time, it may become harder,
Recall all our vows or cancel this small knot.
That binds us together with no reason; let us be apart.
And even if we do not meet in this life, severe heart
This innocence will itself die; that's more torturous.
Drink copious, it's not love but hostility that displeases the heaven, with persistence you may regain
Your lost fortunes, praise to him who crafted
You so daintily and gave your heart an aching pain,
So you may look at things with a pragmatic view.
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