My daughter,
Dark daughter,
I shall not stay it here
To see it up,
But you will, my daughter,
As the daughter of mine
which but they know it not
Whose daughter are you not,
Your pains and pines and woes,
What it troubles you
And your self,
What it hurts and wounds you, my love!
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