The squire he sat in Dolfya Town, He swilled the blood-dark wine: "O who can blight my happiness, Or face the power that's mine?" Then up there spoke his daughter fair: "The priest can end your joy; The globe can sap your might away, And the Mink can you destroy!"…
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