Adulterous

Das Projekt der Krummen Mauern

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Lord who createdest man in wealth and store
Thought foofishly he lost the same
Decaying more and more and more

Till he became most poore with thee
O let me rise as larks harmonisiously

And sing this day thy victoris
Then shall the fall furter, now!

My tender age in sorrows did beginne
And still with sickness and shame
Thou didst so punish sinne

That I became most thinne with thee
O let me combine
And fell this day thy victorie