& plais violin
forsooth curl’d ore his hair
truest one @ once
souther to fore’s way
never never never now
shall I wait a moor
hither tambourine
nothing to a cymbal ring
sum as him aye sing
Poetry
& plais violin
forsooth curl’d ore his hair
truest one @ once
souther to fore’s way
never never never now
shall I wait a moor
hither tambourine
nothing to a cymbal ring
sum as him aye sing
Love the ring to this.
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I do, too, one day…
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This language was so musical I wanted to sing it. Beautiful.
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Oh, you are more than welcome to, Susan…thank you
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