J'ai dit, pour l'amour tais le retardataire, O, amour tais lent pour venir, - "j'entendrai son tape et saurai son tape quand je suis chaud dans le lit; Mais je ne laisserai jamais mon oreiller, bien qu'il y en ait comme le laisser dans-et le prendrait dedans avec des larmes!" J'ai dit. Je m'tends, pour l'amour tais le retardataire, O, il est venu pas jusqu' l'aube, - je m'tends et ai cout son tape et ne pourrais pas obtenir de dormir; Et il m'a trouv ma fentre avec mon grand manteau dessus, tout dsol avec les larmes que quelques gens pourraient pleurer !
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