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You'd like me to? I'll learn to weave,
And even how to adorn.
You'd like me to? I'll learn to live,
So we would live richly on.
We'd go, from here, away,
Just shadows'd be left behind,
The day by us would be day,
The night by us would be night.
You'd go to real woods
With snare traps and firearm.
O, Lord, how swell if we could
Live here, how joyful and warm.
I'd soon learn how to wind
and even to spin the fleece.
And kids: we might go for five,
And maybe we even have six.
The firestove'd be alight,
And grass would grow tall in spring.
And Lord, please forgive me if I
Perhaps would just cease to sing.
Like everyone, we would then live
And grow in our home.
You'd like me to? I'd learn to weave,
And even how to adorn.
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