Pff.


Why?Source of my Life! My God, my King! My jester so divine! I question thee,Why?
So simp'ly,
If you would be so kind?
I'm boggled here,
My God, my King,
Without a moment's rest.
While all the while,
My mind is gone! Put up to some great test!
You see,
I was just walking,
And up to me there comes,
A maid so fair,
With nice dark hair,
But sins abound on tongue!
She asked me why,
My friend, my God,
Why pleasures of the flesh, Repulsed and, Drove away! Dear me,
Why was it so grotesqu

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