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Content Jaroslav Vrchlický: Sweet Longing What I wanted was to say... Dolce Far Niente White Lily You Wounded Me Oh, Beautiful Days... Apassionato String of Love Apostrophe Resemblance Adante For a Bit of Love Teasing Karel Jaromír Erben: Wedding Gowns Karel Hynek Mácha: May | Jaroslav Vrchlický: Sweet Longing (V sladké touze) The mountains’ ridge in setting sun, Is glittering and fading fast, Alder trees at water’s edge, Baffling whisper across cast. Their leaves tremble with that tale, And gently shiver in Luna’s glow, For I lost heart in your eyes, With thousands kisses on your brow. You’ll embrace me much closer, Like a tree to another’s pressed, Then my heart starts overflowing, With all your lovin I’ll be blessed. In the shadows gleamed your garb, Or was it only a nymph there sleeping? Just by chance I touched my heart, And at that moment, it wasn’t beating. | ||||
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