human
Ho! ho! my dainty maiden, It surely can not be You are thinking you are master Of your heart, when it is me. And another gleaming arrow Does the little god's behest, And the dainty little maiden Falls upon her lover's breast.
gpt
The same old story told again, And listened o'er and o'er, Will still be new, and pleasing, too, Till
human
Time shall be no more.