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Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging - ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide -
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was 'gal.
Riddance, Sith the one... *собственно, вся песня*


And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee;
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine 'hem apart.


illusion made of glass
inside a screen
they transformate my soul
completely black
my skill to love is gone
I can not feel
hallucination comes
and makes me
breathe