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Cold blows the north wind; |
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Thick falls the snow. |
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Ye who love and regard me, |
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Let us join hands and go together. |
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Is it a time for delay? |
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The urgency is extreme! |
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The north wind whistles; |
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The snow falls and drifts about. |
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Ye who love and regard me, |
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Let us join hands, and go away for ever. |
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Is it a time for delay? |
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The urgency is extreme! |
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Nothing red is seen but foxes, |
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Nothing black but crows. |
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Ye who love and regard me, |
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Let us join hands, and go together in our carriages. |
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Is it a time for delay? |
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The urgency is extreme! |
Published
by The Institute for Advanced Technology in the Humanities, © Copyright 2003
by Anne Kinney and the University of Virginia