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And twirling thy distaff be smiling and gay,
And have all thy wishes, and have all thy way;
Let thy thread just be thick or be thin at thy will,
But hang not so far o'er the high window-sill;
I fear me thy spindle thou'lt break, which would vex thee;
Thy thread thou wilt lose, and that would perplex thee;
So take my good wishes—as meant—not amiss,
And may the new year be a new year of bliss.Milowanie bez wjdánie.
To love—and not to see her face—
Is darkness, and no star-lamp o'er it;
To see—without one dear embrace—
Is a dark field without a flow'ret.Wjli pak doktor as, wjli doktor wjli.
Full well the doctor knows—the doctor knows full well,
That wine—that wine's the thing to work a miracle.
