DCXXVIII. BARTÓK, Béla (1881-1945)
Don't you ever take a girl
For gold and silver, for fancy dresses
But rather love her for her mildness
And her becoming gait before your eyes
Never look at her dancing feet
Don't give in to her honied words
Heed the moods of her heart
Try and learn the secrets of her heart
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