My young bride,
Why are your shoulders like that of a tired old woman?
Like a tired old woman?
My young bride, why are your fingers like that of the hedge in winter?
Of the hedge in winter?
frozen lakes(?) and winter
snowshoes and hunters,
carried the curtail for you..
darkness and forests
grant you the longest
face made from pourage and stew..(?)
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