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In your lamb's fur you saunter about; |
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In your fox's fur you hold your court. |
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How should I not think anxiously about you? |
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My toiled heart is full of grief. |
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In your lamb's fur you wander aimlessly about; |
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In your fox's fur you appear in your hall. |
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How should I not think anxiously about you? |
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My heart is wounded with sorrow. |
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Your lamb's fur, as if covered with ointment; |
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Glistens when the sun comes forth. |
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How should I not think anxiously about you? |
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To the core of my heart I am grieved. |