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COMMETH THEE LITTLE BY LITTLE
Still the sun peepeth at the earth
A stroke for hell
It has pulled its curtains just together
Must I in my nakedness wait
Maybe, I must be on bed with my
Lover still, earth wait
A stroke for hell
It has pulled its curtains just together
Must I in my nakedness wait
Maybe, I must be on bed with my
Lover still, earth wait
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COMMETH THEE LITTLE BY LITTLE
COMMETH THEE LITTLE BY LITTLE
