Would God, I were the tender apple blossom, That floats and falls from off the twisted bough, To lie and faint within your silken bosom, Within your silken bosom as that does now.
Zou God, ik was de tedere appelbloesem, die zweeft en valt van de gedraaide tak, om te liggen en flauw te vallen in je zijden boezem, in je zijden boezem zoals dat nu doet.
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