Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta`en - By whom, know I not; `lack! am I of twain - And as a crux - cede I my words - Fro my heart wilt thou ne`er Have I been `sooth sinsyne. Be left without - come!
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine, Ryking for me: Ryking for thee; "List and heed", thou say`st Wistful, whistful - Chancing to lure. Chancing to lure, Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown `tis - Dodge na `way herefro, do come here in eath!
Mayhap lured by the scent of lote - `Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote; For what I did my soul atrounced, How I wish for thee again, O! do believe me, `twasn`t a frounce. Will I give thee it: Troth.
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine, Ryking for me: Ryking for thee; "List and heed", thou say`st Wistful, whistful - Chancing to lure. Chancing to lure, Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown `tis - Dodge na `way herefro, do come here in eath!
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