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