Oh, I`d been better dying, Oh, I was slow and sad; A fool I was, a-crying About a cruel lad! But there was one that found me, That wept to see me weep, And had his arm around me, And gave me words to keep. And I`d be better dying, And I am slow and sad; A fool I am, a-crying About a tender lad!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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