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Too well I know that treach'rous are the smiles
That round thy dimpled mouth so sweetly play.
That round thy dimpled mouth so sweetly play.
Too well I know that pois'nous is the wreath
Which now appears so beauteous to the view,
That every flow'r conceals a thorn beneath,
And I thy blandishments ere long shall rue.
Which now appears so beauteous to the view,
That every flow'r conceals a thorn beneath,
And I thy blandishments ere long shall rue.
Then go, sweet syren, quickly hence depart;
I ne'er will trust that 'witching look again:
Fly, fly for ever from my tortur'd heart,
And let me now in solitude complain.
I ne'er will trust that 'witching look again:
Fly, fly for ever from my tortur'd heart,
And let me now in solitude complain.
Yet no! I feel I cannot bid thee go;
Stay, stay yet longer, though thou dost deceive:
Again around me thy enchantments throw,
Again, sweet sorceress, I'll thy smiles believe.
Stay, stay yet longer, though thou dost deceive:
Again around me thy enchantments throw,
Again, sweet sorceress, I'll thy smiles believe.
