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The heart turns to travel so that he then thinksOn flood- ways to be far departing.Cuckoo calleth with gloomy crying He singeth summerward, bodethsorrow,,
The bitter heart ´s blood . Burgher knows notHe the prousperous man. What some performWhere wondering them widest draweth.So that my heart burst from my breast- lock,