时间：2011-07-01
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I sing of a maiden
That is makelees:
King of alle kinges
To her sone she chees
He cam also stille
Ther his moder was
As dewe in Aprille
That falleth on the gras
He cam also stille
To his modres bowr
As dewe in Aprille
That falleth on the flowr
He cam also stille
Ther his moder lay
As dewe in Aprille
That falleth on the spray
Moder and maiden
Was nevere noon but she:
Wel may swich a lady
Godes moder be
I sing of a maiden - Sir David Willcocks
