Still, I long for that once felt. Like a mournful sonata in D minor. Silent reflection of wind-blown leaves in still, familiar waters. Red hair and smiling eyes. Delicate, soft, pale neck to make envious the most graceful swan. Nervous heart and labored breath.
No woman before, no woman since, can compare to the first.
So many loved, and loved not at all. For my love came but once, and since - not at all.

Still, I long for that once felt. Like a mournful sonata in D minor. Silent reflection of wind-blown leaves in still, familiar waters. Red hair and smiling eyes. Delicate, soft, pale neck to make envious the most graceful swan. Nervous heart and labored breath.
No woman before, no woman since, can compare to the first.
So many loved, and loved not at all. For my love came but once, and since - not at all.