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Out in the glade lies a dead fawn. A weeping maiden adorns it's body with blossoms. Out in the glade the wise Willow watches over the land. A callow Laird who shot the fawn charms the weeping lass. Fair as pearl sweet saplings. She taunts, "Heigh, do not be impetuous! Touch not my handkerchief! Take care, lest the dog will bark!"
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Dans la Clairière
Out in the glade lies a dead fawn. A weeping maiden adorns it's body with blossoms. Out in the glade the wise Willow watches over the land. A callow Laird who shot the fawn charms the weeping lass. Fair as pearl sweet saplings. She taunts, "Heigh, do not be impetuous! Touch not my handkerchief! Take care, lest the dog will bark!"
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30/F/Italian
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
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