Come ye, naught with thy love,
Fullsome, nary.
In the midst of summer, prithee thou heart.
Shall thou I bequeath mine? I trow not!
Thou hath naught I beseech!
O' come ye!
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Come ye, naught with thy love,
Fullsome, nary.
In the midst of summer, prithee thou heart.
Shall thou I bequeath mine? I trow not!
Thou hath naught I beseech!
O' come ye!