Dije, para el amor era laggard, O, amor era lento venir, - "oir su paso y sabr su paso cuando soy caliente en cama; Pero nunca dejar mi almohadilla, aunque haya algo como dejarlo en-y lo tomara adentro con los rasgones!" Dije. Pongo, para el amor era laggard, O, l vino no hasta amanecer, - pongo y escuch su paso y no podra conseguir dormir; Y l me encontr en mi ventana con mi capote grande encendido, todo apesadumbrado con los rasgones que alguna gente pudo llorar!
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