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Romance, a play boy who is born each springTo teach the nightingale to singA very pretty song: "I love you".Romance, a legend on an old brocade,A prince who tells a country maid: "I love you".Now where this whimsy comes from, I don't know;For when it comes it's just about to go.Romance, a flower that will bloom awhileWith sunshine from a lover's smile,That lover's tears bedew! Ah!Yet, when I seek this beauty,Flower of youth's first dawning,I find a prosy work-a-day worldStretching and yawning!Love is locked up in cages,Kept for a poet's pages;Life and adventureDon't seem to be paying attention to me!And so I dream of fair RomanceAnd let my fancies weave pretty stories.Letras de cancionesAnd tho' I know they are not so,I like to go wand'ring amid their wistful glories.My princes become what I mold them,And they stay for the breath of a sigh!I open my arms to enfold them,And they're gone like a breeze rushing by.Ah, this is a humdrum world,But when I dream I set it dancing.When life is gray, I have a way to keep it gay,Passing the time of day with love. From Letras Mania