Your adorable eyes
Are not at all guilty,
If they know how to wound, they can heal:
What does it matter, Sylvia,
If they give life
That they make one die.
If their proud glance
Makes a heart sick,
A gentler look can succor it:
What does it matter, Sylvia,
If they give life
That they make one die.
Michel Lambert
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