Oh bloody sun, how do you dare,
To have the color of her hair?
Oh bloody sky and paradise,
How can you be just like her eyes?
You bloody robin scarlet wings,
How can you imitate her lips?
Wherever I do put my gaze,
I see her shining purest face.
I looked at nature more and more,
And understood: her traits it stole.
Thief!
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