First love is like playing with fire: Aglow with pain and glory. Tell me, my dear first love, Whether I'm burned into your heart.
The fire in your body, The glory of your touch: Ah! my dear first love, Never, never leave my heart!
Although the fire is distant, The pain is always near. My dear first love, please listen: I hold you in my heart.
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