Your kiss, beloved, was to me As if all flowers of Araby
And every fresh and fragrant rose That ever blew, shall blow, or blows
Had all her sweetness taken up And poured into one perfect cup For me to drain… Kiss me again!
Had all her sweetness taken up And poured into one perfect cup For me to drain… Kiss me againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
