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Nor mettled hound, nor managed halk Nor palfrey fresh and fair And you, the fairest of them a' Shall ride our forest queen But aye she loot
ganze Schatz der zeugenden Natur Zusammentaumeln, ja, bis Vernichtung Erkranken: Antwort gebt auf meine Fragen! Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
the ball With smile of ladies And laughters so shady The dances are rattling On stone-bridges dead And horses are mettled Dimensions are wed Shadows
time/ Amalgamations move in open sight/ Unnerving sculptures full of life/ They’ll take your business with their mettled minds/ And leave you scrambling
Shall harm Macbeth Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great
Just for me to babysit? A spunky little orphan go and Gets some magic mettled I know my name is Carol, but what's this A Christmas special? You'll be
the tears doon fa' For Jock O' Hazeldean. A chain o' gold ye shall not lack Nor braid to bind your hair, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor
do? We don't have money, I cannot do anything. The boy, that boy is ours. Such a dance this mettled boy foots the floor When I see this, I drink all
lady mood boo hoo bitch Yo I made a mess with these sedatives What the lesson is? She said it and she meant it she mettled in battle let her win She
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