You would not slumber If laid at my breast: You would not slumber. The river-flood beats The swan from her nest: You would not slumber. And like that quick flood My blood goes unguessed: You would not slumber. Times without number Has called the wood quest: Times without number. As oft as she called To me you were pressed: Times without number. Now you`d not slumber If laid at my breast Times without number. O starling reed-resting, I’ll rock you to rest: So you will slumber.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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