Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

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Her eyes say Yes, her lips say No.
Ah, tell me, Love, when she denies,
Shall I believe the lips or eyes?
Bid eyes no more dissemble,
Or lips too tremble
The way her heart would go!

Love may be vowed by lips, although
Cold truth, in unsurrendering eyes,
The armistice of lips denies.
But can fond eyes dissemble,
Or false lips tremble
To this soft Yes in No? 

1. Satiety
2. Serata Di Fiesta
3. Caprice
4. The Price
5. By The Pool Of The Third Rosses

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