Kytice

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The spring shoot
of my blooming youth,

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You broke in pieces two.

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And ever after that
there's naught

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That I want pleases you.

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Your word, O wife,
I wish to trust

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So deep is my devotion.

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But who will catch
the fish let free

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Again back to the ocean?

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So many times
I've sweetly begged

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This one thing and no other,

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That for a brief while
you'd let me

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Return to see my mother.

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Oh I would quickly step aside
And leave your pathway clear

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If woman's erring sense were not
The thing I greatly fear.

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From first light
to the fall of dusk

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ls all I will agree,

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And to be sure
that you'll return

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The child you leave with me.