Once
I saw a maiden, comely
In a threshold, lonely
Smiles torn from fortune fair
Like stains of a button cleared
Comely maiden
Full of life to be my wife
What troubles your mind
From fortunes paradise
Mother sings at her age
She desires my better clay
An embrace for a golden day
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