Love is a rebellious bird
that nobody can tame,
and you call him quite in vain
if it suits him not to come.
/…/
The bird you thought you had caught
beat its wings and flew away...
love stays away, you wait and wait;
when least expected, there it is!
All around you, swift, so swift,
it comes, it goes, and then returns...
you think you hold it fast, it flees
you think you're free, it holds you fast.
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