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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePrimrose
Good morning, Brigid, I can hear the bellIs it even real? Who knows?Is there a sheep gone down in the well?Now the bleating growsFeel the fire thrown from her handBetter burnt than frozeIf there a darkness over the landWinter wind followsUp to the stream, asleep on the mossMy finger in the flowsIf I dream, then what is the lossHere in sweet repose?If I fell in the water, I'd see where it goesIf you should see me passGive love to my lass and my good fellowsLeave next to the spring a primrose
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