HOW LONG?
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I would not call you from your youth's warm blisses;
Fill up your glass and crown it with new kisses,—
How long, dear love, how long?
Fill up your glass and crown it with new kisses,—
How long, dear love, how long?
Too gay, in June, you may be to regret me,
And living lips may woo you to forget me;
But, ah, Sweetheart, I think you will remember
When winds are weary in your life's December,
So long, dear love, so long!
And living lips may woo you to forget me;
But, ah, Sweetheart, I think you will remember
When winds are weary in your life's December,
So long, dear love, so long!
