Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Winter is icumen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind cloth ramm Sing Goddamm.
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