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Maiden, now in peace reposing, From thy sleep awake, Hear my voice with love imploring, Wilt thou pity take? But beware how thou confidest Even in thy friend, Ha! ha! ha! If not for thy wedding finger He a ring doth send.
Maiden, now in peace reposing, From thy sleep awake, Hear my voice with love imploring, Wilt thou pity take? But beware how thou confidest Even in thy friend, Ha! ha! ha! If not for thy wedding finger He a ring doth send.