| We live, my Lesbia, and love |
| and do not mind the chatter of the same old too strict. |
| The sun sets and then rises again, |
| but we a short time our day was off |
| we stay a long night without end. |
| Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred |
| then another thousand, then another hundred |
| then another thousand, then a hundred more. |
| So, when we are tired of counting, |
| continue to kiss without thinking, |
| and why not to scare anyone, |
| none of the many who envy us, |
| can hurt us, knowing that you can |
| with kisses, to be so happy. |
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