Image of her whom I love, more than she,
Whose fair impression in my faithful heart,
Makes me her medal, and makes her love me,
As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart
The value: go, and take my heart from hence,
Which now is grown too great and good for me:
Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see.
When you are gone, and reason gone with you,
Then fantasy is queen and soul, and all;
She can present joys meaner than you do;
So, if I dream I have you, I have you,
For, all our joys are but fantastical.
And so I 'scape the pain, for pain is true;
And sleep which locks ups sense, doth lock out all.
After a such friction I shall wake,
And, but the waking, nothing shall repent;
And shall to love more thankful sonnets make,
Bur dearest heart, and dearer image stay;
Alas, true joys at best are dream enough;
Though you stay here you pass too fast away:
For even at first life's taper is a snuff.
Filled with here love, may I be rather grown
Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:20.79]Image of her whom I love, more than she,
[00:21.51]Whose fair impression in my faithful heart,
[00:22.35]Makes me her medal, and makes her love me,
[00:36.81]As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart
[00:41.85]The value: go, and take my heart from hence,
[00:50.34]Which now is grown too great and good for me:
[01:04.23]Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see.
[01:07.26]When you are gone, and reason gone with you,
[01:20.91]Then fantasy is queen and soul, and all;
[01:28.23]She can present joys meaner than you do;
[01:37.35]So, if I dream I have you, I have you,
[03:14.55]For, all our joys are but fantastical.
[03:15.81]And so I 'scape the pain, for pain is true;
[03:28.11]And sleep which locks ups sense, doth lock out all.
[03:34.23]After a such friction I shall wake,
[03:42.57]And, but the waking, nothing shall repent;
[03:50.97]And shall to love more thankful sonnets make,
[04:00.54]Bur dearest heart, and dearer image stay;
[04:09.33]Alas, true joys at best are dream enough;
[04:17.28]Though you stay here you pass too fast away:
[04:23.94]For even at first life's taper is a snuff.
[04:26.28]Filled with here love, may I be rather grown
[04:34.95]Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
📝 纯歌词版本
Image of her whom I love, more than she,
Whose fair impression in my faithful heart,
Makes me her medal, and makes her love me,
As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart
The value: go, and take my heart from hence,
Which now is grown too great and good for me:
Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see.
When you are gone, and reason gone with you,
Then fantasy is queen and soul, and all;
She can present joys meaner than you do;
So, if I dream I have you, I have you,
For, all our joys are but fantastical.
And so I 'scape the pain, for pain is true;
And sleep which locks ups sense, doth lock out all.
After a such friction I shall wake,
And, but the waking, nothing shall repent;
And shall to love more thankful sonnets make,
Bur dearest heart, and dearer image stay;
Alas, true joys at best are dream enough;
Though you stay here you pass too fast away:
For even at first life's taper is a snuff.
Filled with here love, may I be rather grown
Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:20.79]Image of her whom I love, more than she,
[00:21.51]Whose fair impression in my faithful heart,
[00:22.35]Makes me her medal, and makes her love me,
[00:36.81]As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart
[00:41.85]The value: go, and take my heart from hence,
[00:50.34]Which now is grown too great and good for me:
[01:04.23]Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see.
[01:07.26]When you are gone, and reason gone with you,
[01:20.91]Then fantasy is queen and soul, and all;
[01:28.23]She can present joys meaner than you do;
[01:37.35]So, if I dream I have you, I have you,
[03:14.55]For, all our joys are but fantastical.
[03:15.81]And so I 'scape the pain, for pain is true;
[03:28.11]And sleep which locks ups sense, doth lock out all.
[03:34.23]After a such friction I shall wake,
[03:42.57]And, but the waking, nothing shall repent;
[03:50.97]And shall to love more thankful sonnets make,
[04:00.54]Bur dearest heart, and dearer image stay;
[04:09.33]Alas, true joys at best are dream enough;
[04:17.28]Though you stay here you pass too fast away:
[04:23.94]For even at first life's taper is a snuff.
[04:26.28]Filled with here love, may I be rather grown
[04:34.95]Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
In the sleepy town of San Juanita
There’s a story that a padre tells
Of a fair Senor and Senorita
And the serenade of the bells
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To the lack of light
I got
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Covered in darkness
I have been waiting
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O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
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Paranoid and running scared
But bullet man, don't waste your time on me
Panic rooms electric chairs
Make him calm and ...
Don't look around, 'cause I'm never comin' back.
It's high time you saw the last of me.
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I had n...