1 мин
Слушать(AI)Juans Song
When beauty breaks and falls asunderI feel no grief for it, but wonder.
When love, like a frail shell, lies broken,
I keep no chip of it for token.
I never had a man for
Who did not know that love must end.
I never had a girl for
Who could discern when love was over.
What the wise doubt, the fool believes—Who is it, then, that love deceives?
