Nhạc sĩ: Ane Brun
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When my love swears that is made of truthI do believe him, though I know he liesThat he might think me someone who tutored youthI learn in the world's false subtletiesThus vainly thinking that he thinks me youngAlthough he knows my days are past the bestSimply I credit himHis false speaking tongueOn both sides, thus his simple truth suppressedBut wherefore says he not, he is unjustAnd wherefore say not I, that I am oldLove's best habit is in seeming trustAnd age and love, love's need to have years toldAnd age and love, love's need to have years toldThere for a lie with him, and he with meAnd in our thoughts by lies we flattyed beOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.Thank you.