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Her grief is real who grieves when no one is by.
Her grief is real who grieves when no one is by.
Fine words dresse ill deedes.
Fine words dresse ill deedes.
Content is the philosopher's stone, that turns all it touches
into gold.
Content is the philosopher's stone, that turns all it touches
into gold.
I'ld charm her with the magic of a switch.
I'ld charm her with the magic of a switch.
A fool bolts a door with a boiled carrot.
A fool bolts a door with a boiled carrot.
My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more
My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.
Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.
