Her lips against mine how often she joined,
Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing,
How many tales to please me she coined.
‘Good night, good rest’,
She bade good night that kept my rest away.
‘Farewell, See you again tomorrow’,
And she left me again in sorrow.
Her cloudy looks will calm the night,
Thereupon, she dissembled her delight.
Poor Danmande must live alone,
Other help for me, I see that there is none.
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