Luyện nghe bài hát The Bolt Of Cupid Felt

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When fourty nights besiege Your brow
and dig deep wounds in Your now
youth's prout livery so gazed on me
tomorrow be darkened sealed
Look how a bird tangled in a net
shame and awed resistance made him fred
So fastened in her arms the favoured
She found more in his varied eyes
Cut is the branch might 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 bashful
She with her tears does quench the
off her cheeks
Then with her windy and golden hands
to fain and blow dry again she seeks
Look how a painter surpass his life
His art with nature's worksmanship at
In limming out a well-proportioned
as if the dead the living should