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:59:09
You fill my heart
and waking thought,

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And look at this wheel
I have bought.

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Of spinning-wheels
a make untold,

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The spindle,
distaff all of gold.

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Oh come and sit, my little dove,
:59:24
And spin the golden
thread of love.

:59:58
Vrrr -
that evil thread you weave.

1:00:03
The king you wanted to deceive.
1:00:05
Your step sister
you cruelly slew,

1:00:09
Plucked out her eyes,
hacked her limbs through.

1:00:16
Vrrr - the evil weave.
1:00:19
What kind
of spinning wheel is this?

1:00:21
You play it strangely -
roar and hiss.

1:00:23
Spin, my lady, spin.
1:00:28
The true bride
of the king you slew,

1:00:31
Hacked her limbs through.
Vrrr - the evil weave.

1:00:41
How terribly my lady plays,
You be not how you meet my gaze.

1:00:47
My lady, play it this third time
So I might hear the final rhyme.

1:00:51
Spin, my lady, spin.
1:00:57
Vrrr, vrrr -
that evil thread you weave.


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