Do you remember how the sun, setOn the occasion, we last conversed?First, it hid behind some lousy cloudsAs I was uttering my dying wordsThen, out it came with a shiny glareAs I grasped the truth of your beauty‘Twas nothing but my own reflectionTo my surprise and curiosity.Now the sun’s told our tale to this townAnd I heard how it had made you smileSo if the thought of me drew a smileThen, I have mastered true lover’s guile