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In the valleys grows the mother-wort, |
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But scorched is it in the drier places. |
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There is a woman forced to leave her husband; |
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Sadly she sighs! |
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Sadly she sighs! |
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She suffers from his hard lot. |
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In the valleys grows the mother-wort, |
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But scorched is it where it had become long. |
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There is a woman forced to leave her husband; |
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Long-drawn are her groanings! |
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Long-drawn are her groanings! |
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She suffers from his misfortune. |
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In the valleys grows the mother-wort, |
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But scorched is it even in the moist places. |
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There is a woman forced to leave her husband; |
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Ever flow her tears! |
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Ever flow her tears! |
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But of what avail is her lament? |