BETA

What ! the girl I adore by another embraced !1
What ! the balm of her breath shall another
man taste ?
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What ! pressed in the dance by another man’s
knee ?
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What ! panting recline on another than me !4
Sir, she is yours ; you have pressed from the
grape its fine blue,
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From the rosebud you’ve shaken the tremulous
dew ;
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What you’ve touched you may take, pretty
waltzer—adieu !”
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