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I like a black eye under an ebony eyebrow,
On a white forehead I like black hair:
And you have long ebony hair
On a white forehead, and the jet is hardly
As black as your eyes.
I love a beautiful body, which bends gracefully,
On a sopha carelessly worn;
And do you know with how much grace
On a sopha you bow, weary
And burning with voluptuousness!
And then, when there, plaintive and lazy,
The heart moved, the eye half closed,
You sigh ... I love a lazy,
A long sigh, a languorous voice,
An inflamed look.
I like to find a mixture of joy,
Of reverie and sweet languor:
Why in you these sorrows, this joy
This breast beating against a silk damn,
That sad, mocking smile?
Sometimes a word, a dream, a thought,
Of your cheek effaces pallor:
Often a dream, a word, a thought,
A pallor slowly effaced
Makes my heart beat.
Vienna a caprice, an indecisive idea,
Like a bird away from me you steal.
I like a whim, an undecided idea,
I like the place where you were sitting,
I love the place where you go ...
An angel ... an angel as beautiful as yourself,
Which speak like yours is sweet ...
Who also laughs ... whose name is the same
As your name ... Yes, that's what I like, and
all that I love! "" And you?
