Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Felt

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When fourty nights shall besiege Your
and dig deep wounds in beauty now
Your prout livery so gazed on me
tomorrow will be darkened
Look how a lies tangled in a net
shame and awed resistance made him fred
So in her arms the favoured lies
She found beaty in his varied eyes
Cut is the branch that be grown
with Your faith, the treasure of lusty days
Then being asked where all Your beaty
I say it to Your eyes
"As if the dead the should exceed,
possessed by heavens and hand"
He burns with shame
She with her tears does the maiden
burning off her
Then her windy sighs and golden hands
to fain and them dry again she seeks
how a painter would surpass his life
His art with nature's at strife
In out a well-proportioned steed
as if the dead the should exceed