Love seeketh not itself to please Nor for itself hath any care But for another gives its ease And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair
So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle's feet But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet
Love seeketh only self to please To bind another to its delight Joys in another's loss of ease And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |