And stain'd the beauty of a worded garden,
unto and from my heart grown,
I pravery should point to me
from the town abort our month to spare
If only it had blessed him more for his awe?
And stain'd the beauty of a worded garden,
unto and from my heart grown,
I pravery should point to me
from the town abort our month to spare
If only it had blessed him more for his awe?