The Monk that slept here must, after all, have been a man
The monk that slept here must, after all, have been a man.
How I miss him, now he's gone!
I pillowed my head on his pine winter hat and he pillowed his on my festive headpiece. With his long robe I covered myself and he covered himself with my skirt. In the night I awoke to truth: our love filled hat and headpiece.
Pondering
all next day, my heart was quite undone.
How I miss him, now he's gone!
I pillowed my head on his pine winter hat and he pillowed his on my festive headpiece. With his long robe I covered myself and he covered himself with my skirt. In the night I awoke to truth: our love filled hat and headpiece.
Pondering
all next day, my heart was quite undone.
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