Heinelet
Oh, come to my window, my dear,
When the stars are beginning to twinkle,
And the clatter of tongues we fear
Is no more than a vanishing tinkle.
Yes, hasten, and I will be there,
In what mood you prefer, mad or merry.
But, prithee, sweetheart, have a care,
For the world is malicious, oh, very.
When the stars are beginning to twinkle,
And the clatter of tongues we fear
Is no more than a vanishing tinkle.
Yes, hasten, and I will be there,
In what mood you prefer, mad or merry.
But, prithee, sweetheart, have a care,
For the world is malicious, oh, very.
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