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Liebe sprach zum Gott der Lieder

Love said to the God of Music,
" Times are changed. I'd be a dumb thing
If I gave myself without a
Guarantee or pledge of something. "

" Yes, " Apollo answered laughing,
" Times are changed indeed. You talk like
Some old usurer demanding
Pledges, cynical and hawk-like.

" Well, I only have my lyre,
But it's gold, depend upon it.
Tell me, darling, just how many
Kisses would you lend me on it? "
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