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Her cheek had waxed white Like cloud at fall of snow; Then like to one at set of sun, It waxed red also; For love's name maketh bold As if the loved were near: And then she sighed the deep long sigh Which cometh after fear. Margret, Margret.
Her cheek had waxed white Like cloud at fall of snow; Then like to one at set of sun, It waxed red also; For love's name maketh bold As if the loved were near: And then she sighed the deep long sigh Which cometh after fear. Margret, Margret.