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We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.
We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.
Our content
Is our best having.
Our content
Is our best having.
Never less alone, than when alone.
Never less alone, than when alone.
He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.
He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.
I had rather ride on an asse that carries me, then a horse that
throwes me.
I had rather ride on an asse that carries me, then a horse that
throwes me.
How well I feathered by nest.
How well I feathered by nest.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
Into a mouth shut flies flie not.
Into a mouth shut flies flie not.
