If from my mouth to yours
a prisoner forever held,
don't accuse me of excess,
when it's my turn to fall in love.
And if, upon seeing you,
the shape of your indiscretion upsets you,
live, re-lives unhappily,
until outrage comes,
knowing that for you I die
now that I am happy.
The text is AI-free, Google translated and proofread by me.
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