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Love Is Just A Dream——小提琴曲（崔宰凤）

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In faith I do not love thee with my eyes,

For they in thee a thousand errors note.

But this is my heart that loves what they despise,

Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.

Nor are mine ears with the tongue's tune delighted.

Nor tender feeling to base touches prone.

Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited.

To any sensual feast with thee alone.

But my five wits, nor my five senses can

Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,

Who leaves…

Unswayed the likeness of man,

They proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be,

Only my plague thus far I count my gain,

That she makes me sin awards me pain.