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daughter, thou art come to die
i despise my friends more than you
some one complained to the master
gone are the three, those sisters rare
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
wheel me down by the meadow
he'd even have his joke
sweet and strong
and breaketh bread no more

 



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