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Love me little, love
me long |
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di Lucia Morales Lazzaro
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Love
that's to hot and strong, burn to soon to waste.
Still I would not have you cold, loves that last until we
old.
Fade not in haste, love me little, love me strong is the
burden of my love.
If you love me as strong; it will not prove as true.
Love me little more than such for I fear the end to come.
I am little well content is enough with true intend to be
steadfast friends.
Love me little love me long, is the burden of my song.
You said you love me while you live; and to you my love I
give, never dreaming be deceive.
While my live indures and after death.
I to thee will kept my truth.
As now, when in my may of youth, this my love is constant
love is forever moderate, it will through life persevere;
give me love I will restore.
A suit of durance let it be for all weather that's for me.
Winter's cold, or summer heat, autumn's tempest on its
beat.
It can never know defeat suchs the love, I tell thee plain,
thou must give or words in vain; so to thee farewell my
love.
Love me little love me strong, is the burden of my song. |
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