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can go every where. It is she. How beautiful! Let us be bewitching.

My shoulders are caressed.

I must play my part well.

Not a word; from this time

My rights are limited to buzzing.

What a beautiful fly!

How beautiful it hums!

Let us sing my song.

Humming.

How beautifully it hums!

Beautiful insect, with golden wings,

Wilt thou my companion be?

Thou came here without leave

To meet me in my prison.

Do not leave, I pray thee!

Remain; I will care for thee,

Will love thee. Darling fly,

Remain with me.

When one seeks to be adored

He must not show willingness.

Not yet.

Ah, wicked one,

All he cares is to fly away.

Still, I will catch him

By his brilliant wings.

I have wings, my darling;

Why should I not use them?

You must use patience

Until I allow you to catch me.

It is vain for you try

And evade my pursuit.