UNREQUITED LOVE
If I were to run to the ends of the earth,
Escape the place where love was blind,
An image of you would stay in my mind,
Regret would make war on mirth.
If I were to laugh until, on bended knee,
I cut my ears and let them bleed
Or throw to the winds all the things I need,
You'd still be around to haunt me.
If I, on request, were to slave for gold,
Recapture health in wine and bowl,
Then sell for a profit my body and soul,
Your face would stay young while mine grows
old.
Composed By: Andrea Bonaventura
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