Make me tremble, make me burn,
And it is frightening to me
That I can't tear my tender gaze away.
Oh, hush! in my youthful heart
You aroused something strange.
Life seems to me like a marvelous, mysterious dream
Where kisses—are blossoms.
Why did you bow so low to me?
What did you read in my eyes?
Why do I tremble? Why am I aflame?
Go away! Oh, why have you come.
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