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She has no bed to lie upon, I saw them take her bed.And I have children—would to God That they and I were dead!
Our Landlord he goes home to night And he will sleep in peace.I would that I were in my grave For there all troubles cease.
In vain I pray'd him to forbear Tho' wealth enough has he—God be to him as merciless As he has been to me!
When Jaspar saw the poor man's soul On all his ills intent,He plied him with the heartening cup And with him forth he went.
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