Cold is the wind, fast falls the rain, The cock aye shrilly crows. But I have seen my lord again;-- Now must my heart repose. Whistles the wind, patters the rain, The cock`s crow far resounds. But I have seen my lord again, And healed are my heart`s wounds. All`s dark amid the wind and rain, Ceaseless the cock`s clear voice! But I have seen my lord again;-- Should not my heart rejoice?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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