Every night tears would fill her womb, Her shaking will draw him more to break, At last was one night…
Towards year end
Alas my dear of whole year did greet me raspy, Long endured have ye in my brow this for not,…
Every night tears would fill her womb, Her shaking will draw him more to break, At last was one night…
Alas my dear of whole year did greet me raspy, Long endured have ye in my brow this for not,…
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